TAFF - pg 23 More and more people arrived so that by the time the actual marchers reached Trafalgar Square there were already fifty thousand onlookers, including some who climbed on to the roof of St. Martins-in-the-Field. As there forty five thousand marchers (Whitehall was a mass of people from wall to wall and end to end) it meant that at one point there were one hundred thousand people in the square.. Mind you, a good many thou- sands of the marchers had not come all the way from Aldermaston - the exhibitionists and the jerks had joined the colum in Whitehall and just beforehand (and looked a damned sight dirtier and scruffier than the genuine people who had done the full march). Although I think the whole thing is pointless, I did feel it a shame that the really sincere people shoul have these slobs tacking themseoves on and probably getting judged by the unwashed beatniks in their midst. My views were the same as Don on the march - that it would not do any good, but if people wanted to go ahead and demonstrate why shouldn't they. I have heard that there will not be a march next year as it had served its purpose, but perhaps the organisers took a jaundiced look at what had attached themselves to the march and decided that next year the beatniks and exhibitionists could damn well stage their own show. But I must say here that the march was extremely well organised and although an enormous number of people had truned up to have a look at the marchers there were, as far ad I know, no brawls of any kind. Bill's coach went in the afternoon so we had to start thinking about getting away from the square and up to Victoria. The three of us were making our way out of the Square when there on the steps of St. Martins- in-the-Fields were all the fans from the Convention who had not yet had to think about catching trains or coaches. So I suppose on can say that the Convention finished in Trafalger Square on Easter Monday afternoon. Don was staying with Eric Jones for a few days, so on Tuesday I met him at Paddington and we travelled down to Cheltenham together. Don took some shots of the steam trains we passed, telling me that in the States they are now used for shunting and that diesels had taken over the passenger lines. I told him that our railways were being modernised but in the meantime we were paying exorbitant prices for lousy service. Having had experience in the last few months of the socalled express service I should know. After Kemble the journey was enlivened by an old soul and her dog and two soldiers on leave from Cyprus. After hear- ing what they had to say my opinion of the archbishop went down even more. When I arrived in Cheltenham we made arrangements to meet the following day and Don set off for Eric and Margaret's home. The following day he did not want to rove too far afield, so I took him to Tewkesbury. We had lunch in a restaurant with the fascinating name of the "Ancient Grudge" and then set out to take some photographs of the town. And I actually managed to surprise Don, though quite in- intentionally. We were walking along the main street when I mentioned that the houses we were passing at the time had not been very well built as they were not two hundred years old yet and the windows were bulging outward already. Don took a shot of Abel Fletcher's Mill, whose claim to fame is owed to the fact that it is mentioned in the book "John Halifax, Gentlemen." I recalled the O.D.T.A.A. garage (service station) which was next door to Gup's Hill Manor and thought it might amuse Don to take a shot of it. Its name is derived from the fact when the owner started it he ran into nothing but snags and at one time thought he would have to close it down