Ian heads for London
We fight our way across London, carrying our big bright red banners. Believe me, these banners redefine both Bright, and Red. And London is very, very busy. But as we arrive in the pub for a quick nerve settling pint before the Tower, we're certainly attracting positive attention. Neil offers anyone with a leaflet a free Turkish in 3 years in a further attempt to boost our vote.

In a rare moment of reflexion, a glorious burning sunset silhouettes London for us as we walk across Tower Bridge, adding a certain expectant magic to the evening.

The fact that this is real, that this is all actually happening, starts to dawn when we arrive at the Tower. The groups representing the other buildings look strangely threatening, and a whisper of 'Oh No, it's Victoria Baths' is heard more than once. I feel a bit like the playground bully, but it seems we're the favourite to win. A beefeater tells us so as he checks our bags for bombs, but we tell ourselves he just says that to all the contestants.

Gill Wright with Victoria Baths campaigners just after the programme went off air

We start to file into our positions just as rehearsals are finishing, and on the stage we see Gill and Sunny. All 10 of us erupt into football hooligan shouts of 'GILL!', 'SUNNY!'.

Sunny grants us a Queen Mother style wave, followed by a decidedly un-Queen-Mother-like thumbs up and wink.

Gill is nervous, but holding it together very well.

The warm up man warms us up before the show starts, but none of us really needs it. If we were children our mothers would be worried about our being over excited. It's definitely past our bedtime, and we'll definitely be grumpy in the morning, but for now, we don't care. We are intent on raising every last single vote we can. And if that means standing outside the Tower of London and shouting, then that's what we'll do.

The programme starts, and standing in the warm evening, we avidly watch the VT of VB, but then, even with the best will in the world, our attention wanders. We start scanning the crowd, jealous at the quality of the Bethesda Band, and the Wentworth period costumes. The updates on the voting confirm that voting is strong, but strong in the North. London hasn't really started yet. We daren't read anything in to this, so instead concentrate on shouting a bit more when our phone number is read out.

Finally, after standing, jumping, and cheering on the spot for nearly two hours Griff tells us that the voting lines have……now………closed.

And that's it. Our fate is sealed. Nothing can change the outcome.

The last three are announced, and I am astounded when Wentworth and Lissan are there. Not for them, but for the lack of London, the lack of Scotland, and the lack of Bethesda. Maybe something has gone wrong, and all the favourites have been outvoted. Maybe we've had it.

But then we cheer, we're in the last three, we've got this far. We cheer again. But only for a short time; this isn't over yet.

The sounds of the crowds cheering Blaine over the river, the chug of boats, and the distant hooting echoing rumble of traffic on Tower Bridge take over. A buzz from the lighting rig keeps our eyes focussed on the stage. I see Gill turn to stone, and Sunny winks again.

'And the winner of Restoration is…' I can't bear to look in case he says Wentworth or Lissan. The silence in this pause is huge. I can see Griff smirking, I am aware of the cameraman jumping around the front of the crowd waiting to get the shot of the winning supporters; he's trying to fool us by jumping from one to the other. He knows, I tell myself. That man knows.

A lot of things now happen at once. I become simultaneously aware that Griff's top lip is diving under his bottom teeth to form a letter 'V', a camera is pointing right in my face, Neil behind me has burst, and I'm roaring, jumping, and crying; despite telling people if they voted for us then I wouldn't cry.

We arrive back at the Baths a little before 4 in the morning, grinning manically. Our mothers were right, we are over tired, but with some reason.

And now the work starts. The Turkish will be open soon, but in the meantime we'll provide updates on how we're doing, and hope to see as many people as possible when we open.

It just remains to say an enormous extravagant and exuberant thank you to everyone who voted for the Victoria Baths. This fine public building will soon be back in public use.
See also: Sunday morning in Manchester
With thanks to Aidan O'Rourke for some of the images used in this feature - Go to Aidan's website
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