After an hour or so at a sadly lacklustre elders' action at London Bridge station aimed at raising awareness of pension companies' investments in fossil fuels I escaped on the underground to Westminster. Outside Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs was a demonstration to pressure HMRC to stop banking with Barclays. 40 years ago Barclays was the demon funding apartheid but now it is by far the biggest UK provider of finance to companies in the coal industry, providing loans and underwriting worth $17.5bn in 2019 for companies on the global coal exit list.

Music helps keep the spirits and energy up when faced with overwhelming power imbalances and I especially enjoyed a solo morris dancer dancing with his white handkerchiefs to samba music. 

Just as the police were about to close in, one of the musicians, like the Pied Piper, invited us to follow him. He led us up Whitehall to Trafalgar Square and to these silent ghosts.

A bit more dancing, a bit more walking and we were in Leicester Square. As it's pedestrianised there were lots of opportunities to talk about climate change with members of the public and I got into my stride  for an hour or so until another samba band-led dance took us to Cambridge Circus where a van had somehow come to a halt in the middle of the junction. 

Here I had lots more good conversations with bystanders. My most interesting was with a young man who does believe in climate change (only one person today spat at me that they did not but very many people blanked me and some of them must be unbelievers) but he does not have any interest in doing anything about it because he expects to have died from hedonistic weekend drug use within three years. He was not miserable or downcast - quite the opposite - and we had an animated conversation. I hope he has a long, happy and climate-balanced life but he might just be the one who's got things right.