As it was my birthday yesterday, hub and I went up to London, took in a show on Friday night and visited the National Gallery this morning. I didn’t know about the protest march against public sector cuts when we made our plans a few weeks ago. Turned out lots of people were gathering at Trafalgar Square and the route went down Piccadilly, where our hotel was. So we walked along with them as we headed back toward the hotel to collect our luggage. It was there that I spotted this sign, resting in the doorway opposite our hotel. The parts of the march we saw were very peaceful, with families and people of all ages, getting their point across in a colourful and rather noisy manner, thanks to that legacy from the World Cup – vuvuzelas.