I so nearly didn't go. After all, although I'm very fit and healthy for 84, my knowledge of getting around London is rather shaky.. And D. visualised me getting abducted/mugged/white slave trafficked etc. etc. so I did agree to wear a body belt. I rather hoped there might be other people at the station going to the march to celebrate women getting the vote, but no.. It seemed as if I was the only woman from our town of about forty thousand to be joining in this vast celebration. Perhaps they had gone earlier...
Two stations on, it happened. On the platform was a tall person in an elegant grey tailored costume down to the ground, topped by a magnificent hat, swathed in net and crowned with flowers and ostrich feathers. This vision, plus friend mounted the train, and soon we were talking. In front of me was a statuesque, very erect person, with a shapely figure and small waist, but a deep voice, and large hands. I was fascinated. We discussed the outfit, finding the hat on ebay and how hot it might be wearing a corset on a sunny day. "You've nearly got a wasp waist!" "No " he said "Well, 28 inch.."
I asked if I might draw the hat - of course - no problem - and set to work. This was going to be a fantastic day.
At Euston, we met other marchers, and decided to walk from Green Park to Marble Arch... Strolling through the park in the sunshine, we met up with other groups, some with banners and the excitement of the day grew.
At Euston, we met other marchers, and decided to walk from Green Park to Marble Arch... Strolling through the park in the sunshine, we met up with other groups, some with banners and the excitement of the day grew.
