Women's March on London
I don't know what I was expecting as I made my way to Grosvenor Square. The air was biting cold and the sky was icy blue to match. I knew the Women's March, a rally led by women but welcoming all participants, would be big... In fact, big didn't quite cover it.
Women, men and children quickly filled the square in front of the US Embassy. Despite the numerous (and witty) digs at Trump's many failings, the overall atmosphere was positive, and the movement was clearly about much more than just him. People wanted to show they would fight for the rights they felt were under threat – reproductive rights, immigration, gender equality, LGBTQ rights... hell, just basic human rights.
As I marched, I felt overwhelmed with gratitude. The 100,000-strong crowd was a living, breathing security blanket. I felt protected knowing there were decent people here and all across the world. People who shared my fears for our collective future, but were clearly not going to stop fighting for each other. Today was a milestone, for sure, but we're nowhere near the finish line.