Its hard to believe that this was so long ago. There was a sense of compulsion amongst my many friends to march through London that day. I’ll never forget being half way along Piccadilly where I got a vantage point and realised I couldn’t see the front or the end of the march.
It was simply a sea of people. People of all ages, families, all ethnicities. The common denominator amongst that diverse mass of humanity was the absolute opposition to the prospect of war. Hyde Park was alight with bonfires that cold and foggy evening and there was a real sense that an unequivocal statement had been made.