Five months pregnant and living in the bushes…
10 December 2017
Where does she get her resilience and strength from?
So Cold and Damp
10 December 2017
Queuing for hours in gale force blizzard and not even guaranteed a so needed pair of shoes
Your messages of hope in a yellow double decker in the streets of Calais
9 December 2017
a great respite place to break down the monotony of their lives and keep them a bit warm…
”How was your journey Mummy”
9 November 2017
This is what my youngest, Oscar, asked me downstairs last night when I got home. As I went upstairs to finish off the bedtime story, Oscar asked me for an extra big snuggle. I’ve been away for three days, and he’d miss me. I thought about the mother I’d seen on BBC2 Exodus last week…
A year ago, the Calais “Jungle” was razed
7 November 2017
It’s been a year almost to the day. The Calais Jungle shut last October and SBS has continued supporting …
From donations to distribution…
21 October 2017
This is what it is all about… when the donations, sorting, storage, freight and distribution happen so smoothly…
Efficient, swift distributions…
East London school donations and messages of hopes delivered
18 October 2017
We have just returned from Northern France where we spent four days working at the Care4Calais warehouse with a team of other volunteers from other East London schools helping out refugees in the Calais region.
Paris squats
29 August 2017
Have a look at the horrid locations they are “living” in.
Animals have better living rights than those people…
Brussels update
29 August 2017
Another great mission accomplished. Another drop in the ocean, but as we all know all drops add up…
The question is when will we be able to stop needing those endless drops… ever?
Personal Account
24 November 2015
This was my first ‘convoy’ to Calais. Before I set off, I knew that it wouldn’t be the last, but not even foresight could prepare me for the magnitude of what I would see, and the impact it would have on my daily life once I’d returned.
Personal Account
23 November 2015
Less than an hour after we’d left home, we ran out of fuel on the latest convoy trip to Calais. My fault completely. Three of us sat there in the van, playing the blame game (playfully). But it was my fuck up and I knew it. So what? No harm done. It was properly pissing down too. No chance we’re walking 4 miles to fill up…
Personal Account
9 November 2015
A work commitment meant a late arrival to ‘The Jungle’. A weary ferry ride with a glass of red wine and six coach loads of young teenagers. Unaware of anything but their friends and their selfies. Unaware of how lucky they were.