By Chris Relton
It was a day in July a few years ago and one that had me jumping on a train from my home town in the Midlands, direction: London, to stand in Trafalgar Square. Me and a few thousand others.
I’d never done anything like this before – yes, I’d been in and out of London; at around 1½ hrs for the train journey or 2½ by coach, it was a ‘do-able’ journey for a day out – but as I sat there on the train, this was something different. Never before had I woken up and decided this was a day...