‘Knackered’ after just one night – what must it be like when you’re forced to spend every night on the streets?

I woke up around 3.30am last Saturday feeling the cold wind and light rain on my head – I was momentarily confused and wondering what the hell was going on writes Andy Batsford. Then I remembered I was sleeping in a cardboard box on Hastings seafront – as you do in September! I was taking... Continue Reading →

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