Well, Gallus Moll, I went on a good few peace marches meself, mainly to US air bases, and Mrs Steve surrounded Greenham (along with thousands of other women!) one night in 1983. Lucky bugger - she chose the hottest night of the 20th century so she didn't even need her cardie! I have photos of my two kids wearing mole masks at Molesworth, and, though we don't know how it happened, our little son, who we'd temporarily lost, managed to walk at the head of the demo alongside Anne Clwyd! I had an estate car at the time (station wagon, yanks) and I loaded it up with logs for firewood to take to the women's camps at Greenham. They were very suspicious of a man helping out and I actually found that quite humbling.

In the early 80s I used to help out on the CND stall in Loughton, Essex, where we lived at the time. Every Saturday morning we were filmed from the top of a building opposite our stall, and my phone was bugged (nothing subtle about it in those days - lots of clunks and clicks on the line and the sound of a sudden hanging-up if you swore at the spooks!) 😂