A lot of people have joined the protesters and turned the camp into a party with drink and cannabis, which is not good, it is noisy, my new friend asks if I will be able to sleep and I say I can sleep through anything, and I do until a drunk woman stumbles into the tent thanking us for everything and loudly telling us she is going home, she is too drunk to care that we are asleep.
It is not too bad in the tent, it ends up just me and my new friend in our compartment, and we are not disturbed further and at some point in the night the area goes quiet, after a person who has been beaten up and a person who has been run over come to us for first aid.
I get up at 7.45 in the morning, it is what happy people would call a beautful day and the church bells are singing. The lady vicar shouts a cheerful hello to us as she goes to early communion.
I go to my new friends at the market and I get a cup of tea and a sausage sanwich that they give me, and then there is tea and food at the protest camp as two large ladies arrive with large supplies.

I go to the toilets and spray deodourant at myself and then I try to go to church but I am not in a church coping mood at all, so I rejoin the camp to drink tea and eat snacks, two protesters have gone home for now, leaving me and my friend to take over their little tend and airbed, which is better than having a compartment in the big tent.
The protesters are getting a lot of positive support from the public and there is a meeting at 12.00 but the Salvation Army band come along and drown it out halfway through.
At least I don't have to worry about sleeping arrangements for tonight, it will be luxury, I could even go to sleep now, and I might...after another cup of tea.
It is nice to have a break from the grim terrible condemnation of the church and be part of something positive.