IT was agreed by anti-Thatcher groups a decade before her death that when the day eventually came there would be a protest in Trafalgar Square on the first Saturday after she had passed away. And they were true to their word.
On my approach to Trafalgar Square, I was sat at the front of the top deck of a London bus. It was a grey, dull and drizzly evening but what I could make out was a sea of yellow.
The thin blue line had become not so thin and not so blue with the Met Police's yellow hi-vis jackets everywhere to be seen.
Former miners from the north, Scotland and Wales, who were among the huge crowds, did not let the rain put them off.
For the most part the atmosphere was jubilant. Contrary to what some of the press may say, people weren't dancing on Thatcher's grave. They were using the opportunity to promote the end of Thatcherism ideals.
There were certainly some intense debates going on.
Bar a few minor scuffles, the police had it well under control and so as the night drew in people went away with a renewed sense of political vigour.
