An afternoon march. The ‘gold/red and green’ of protesters snaking around two streets. Drums, horns and chanting for the wrongs of various points in history to be redressed (‘Parliament Is A Crime Scene’). The entourage marshalled by police and support vans, white tape being projected and rewound at the front and back of the march respectively, like the operation of a textile mill. A contrast between the passionate voice of the crowd and the low key (somewhat matter of fact) conversation of the stewards.