So yesterday being the 5th of November, or if you prefer Traitors day, I toddled down to a certain central London public house along with two friends who’d come down from up north to join like minded people to go for a little walk as I’d done on previous years.
So having seated ourselves with a small beer we proceeded to wait with the expectation of other people turning up, a mask casually lying in front of us to help with recognition. The weather outside being inclement we suspected that it might be a low turn out, but midday came and went (the traditional time for walking) and no one turned up. This was awkward as we had no rose and I’d no plan, but none the less we sallied forth, myself in the lead as I’d done it before and besides ?I had both a sign and a better mask. My compatriots having decorated their masks themselves and done sterling job. So off we toddled towards Whitehall (personally hoping that we’d see other like glad people so I could slink away from the limelight (such as it is)) – but no joy and the rain wasn’t improving. I called for a pause to do up my coat and to come up with a plan – both having being achieved we headed off once more. Strolling down Whitehall we made our way past some slightly concerned looking police at Downing street. We did a slight circuit of Parliament Square, observing that the camp which had caused such consternation due to it’s spoiling the enjoyment of the square for other people had been replaced by two sets of concentric fences with guards in the middle making the square harder to see and impossible to enjoy. A few tents clung to this perimeter, so there are still camps, you can hardly see the square and no-one can enjoy it at all; bit of a win all round that I really must inquire of Messrs Dale and Johnson as to how the view the current situation.
Onwards to Parliament where we admired the wonderful security barriers before stopping outside the gates to pay a respectful one minutes silence to our lost liberties. By the end of the minute the smiling policeman at the gate was smiling less and talking concernedly into his radio – we departed before discovering who he was talking to. Back up Whitehall we walked the rain slowly lessening, pausing only to enjoy the British Legions piper and acquire poppies as I’d left without one. We returned to the very fine public house to replenish ourselves pausing only for a few photographs requested by passing tourists.
We later failed to find the Westminster’s bikers demo as I got the time wrong.
Despite the very low turn out I’m once more glad to have gone for this little walk, as it was still most educational. Amongst the many things I learnt where:
- My video skills suck
- Holding even a small video camera up whilst walking for 40 minutes or so is oddly tiring
- There are a lot of men in suits around Whitehall that really don’t like video cameras pointing at them
- Wearing a sign and having just a few companions can make a success out of a walk and save me from wussing out
- I really don’t like leading this sort of thing
So to the future, I’ll be back next year and the year after and… regardless but with a better plan and having done better at letting people know it’s going on. I still think it’s worthwhile, it may not achieve much but I can work on that we got good reactions and attracted attention and may even have made a few people think. I need to decide a clear set of criteria both for why I’m walking and for what I hope to achieve, which I think I have but more on that later.
If I can salvage anything watchable from the video of the walk I’ll post it up later.
So if you were there and I missed you I’m terribly sorry and if you weren’t there hopefully see you next year. Meantime I have plans…