Early Saturday we took a train down to that London.
We arrived in St Pancras International where a small selection of ordinary punters amazed and astounded us as they sat at the public pianos and showed what they could do.
My favourite was the young guy who played a variation of the first movement of Mike Oldfield’s Tubular Bells.
Then we took a tube to Hyde Park Corner where we joined up with a big bunch of like-minded people on what was a lovely sunny afternoon.
We stood about for a bit. Then moved onto some parkland where we sat down and I most definitely did not fall asleep,
After a while that was an age and also not an age, we (eventually) walked from the foot of Park Lane to Whitehall.
When we’d finished with all that we walked to Covent Garden where, amongst the trendy eateries and hipster drinkeries we found a proper pub.
A pint of cider shandy, half a pint of cider, a small dry white wine, and a diet coke which cost the wallet-robbing amount of…
Have a word with yourself London. That’s bonkersly mad.
It was the most overtly political day of my life, and that day was all the better because there were four of us, marching as a family.
Here are just a few photos (but between us, we took dozens):
What kind of a weekend did you have?