Yes, Sofia is keeping her company from now on…

Where does she get her resilience and strength from?

Queuing for hours in gale force blizzard and not even guaranteed a so needed pair of shoes

a great respite place to break down the monotony of their lives and keep them a bit warm…

happy sleighing, no school day…

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…

It’s been a year almost to the day. The Calais Jungle shut last October and SBS has continued supporting …

This is what it is all about…  when the donations, sorting, storage, freight and distribution happen so smoothly…
Efficient, swift distributions…

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.

Have a look at the horrid locations they are “living” in.
Animals have better living rights than those people…

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?

We are actively involved in sending supplies to refugees in Paris

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.

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…

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.