Day 3

Wet and blustery weather this morning created a Dad's Army kind of feel to today's action.  The placard kept blowing over and the visual impact of rebels dressing up as nurses was somewhat undermined by the fact they had so many jumpers and jackets under their borrowed blue tunics.  We had 24 calendar pages to stick up to mark the passing of days, but with only low-grade masking tape and a wet window to stick to, that didn't go so well.  In the end we shot a video of me leafing through the now damp and sticky pages in sub-Bob Dylan style.  At least the giant inflatable globe on the stretcher didn't blow off and bounce down the road.

It felt marvellous and ridiculous.  A bunch of sensibly clothed middle-aged ladies / heroic rebels on a wet winter Sunday putting their time and energy into art stunts to try to raise the profile of a global climate and ecological crisis.  

But, if not us, who?  If not today, when?  If not Brighton (and Hove), where?