How could I resist the opportunity to stand (sit) on a plinth in Trafalgar Square at 3am.......

I have a quilt top, made in Kentucky during the depression, early 30s, handstitched from scraps of fabric in a pattern called blazing star. During these hard times quiltmakers used whatever they had; outgrown clothing, feed, flour and sugar sacks were utilised, stitching together the smallest of pieces to make the patterns. I don't know who made it, whether to sell, for the family or perhaps a daughter's bottom drawer. I have added the wadding and backing and will start to quilt it during my hour as homage to that unknown woman. If it is cold it will keep me warm. Seems topical for our times.

Forecast seems to be for rain and wind so all my plans may come to nought and I will huddle under an umbrella for an hour...........but a sort of plan B will be to take a portable CD player as well and play big band swing - woody herman, artie shaw, benny goodman et al - so any swing jivers around in the square at 3am will be welcome.

So now it's all over I am posting my thoughts as requested. My initial sentence still stands - how could I resist such a weird experience as standing on a plinth in Trafalgar Square at 3am on a Sunday morning? I will echo everyone else's appreciation of the staff in the centre who made the whole experience run so smoothly. Health and wellbeing? Didn't affect me at all - I went up, enjoyed the strangeness of it all, came down and went home. I didn't feel particularly attached to the project as a whole, watched those on the plinth from time to time but probably only caught a fraction of it and a few weeks after my own slot I didn't watch anymore. So for me it was a personal experience, unique, rather fun, of the moment and I don't want to hang on to it, life moves on. And that's it. Thank you Artichoke.