Sand Thwaites

when the dark evenings arrive along with the bitter cold of winter you cannot walk the underground of London without stumbling across a thin hungry face of a young person sitting on a threadbare blanket absorbing the dampness from the stone floor, a cardboard sign stating their level of hunger and a meagre few coins placed generously in a used coffee cup. For them I hope any money I can raise will provide a space in one of the Glassdoor facilities around London and improve their prospects for a safer environment to live, food for their hunger, clothes for their winter and hope for a the future.

Sand Thwaites