It’s been three days now since Pride in London and I think it’s time to post a few pictures to show I was actually there.








My partner took a bit of persuading to come along – he’s not out (for good reasons) and does not like the idea of having pictures on the internet. He detests social media too and, unusually for a person his age, has no instagram or tiktok or anything else.
He thought it would be hard to avoid being pictured. Anyway, we found a fairly unobtrusive spot and although he was a bit nervous at first he soon relaxed and started to enjoy it. Some people took pics of the crowds lining the route, but there was a convenient tree for him to hide behind. We stayed several hours, actually, and the parade was still passing our place at the end of Piccadilly when we left, so it must have been a very long parade.
A wonderful thing happened, halfway through our stay at the Parade: we held hands in public for the first time. That may not seem much but it meant a great deal to me. I often hear people saying that Pride is no longer needed, but remember that not everyone has an understanding family or grew up in an accepting environment. It’s taken two and a half years to get this far. It’s not the sort of “progress” that the “pride progress” flag is supposed to represesent, but it’s progress nonetheless.





