This was the start of the March though of course 700,000 of us never saw it – as we waited patiently in Park Lane and then ambled along Piccadilly. It was the best possible atmosphere – good-humoured and friendly and uncomplaining. For all those Dad’s Army types out there – the people voting Leave because the War was our finest hour – this is how the vast majority actually were in the War, cf. Few Eggs and No Oranges, Good Evening, Mrs Craven, A House in the Country and all our other Second World War books, here.