Woodford Day 03

Apparently I didn't save my draft from before, that's a shame. It's 9:30 at night, I'm on a camping chair outside the Amnesty tent, listening to some jazz from a nearby tent. I've decided to camp in the marquee tonight and see if that's nicer. It also means I can hang out at the stall for longer and try and get some more petitions going.

Had a moment of rage earlier, one of those moment where you briefly lose faith. The tipping point a woman who annoyed by our asking her to sign retorted with 'I didn't come to a festival to sign petitions', I had to leave for a short while after that.

It's hard to comprehend that a festival very closely based on the 1960s flower power counterculture can have such uncaring people. "would you like to support women's rights" "no thank you"... Amazing the amount of women that say "no thanks". But I've also met so many passionate people, some much more disheartened than I and I took the opportunity to try and raise their optimism which in turn did the same for me. I've spent a good few hours today just having conversations with people, some in the know and others that hadn't a clue but wanted to know more.

The amount of young people stopping by has been heartwarming, even all the really young kids. I didn't even know what a petition was at their age. We're up to 526 petitions over two days which is the most I've ever seen in my 5 month stay at Amnesty.

My aim is to get that number to 1,500. We had one amazing woman that took a stack of cards and went into the street and started going up to heaps of people and leading them to our tent. We're not allowed to do that, but I wasn't about to stop her. We decided that's exactly what we're going to do on the last day, so even (worst case scenario) we're kicked out, it's the last day and shouldn't matter.

Gotye must've finished, a lot of people just started walking past. I should get back to it. Night all.

Andy Scott