I started volunteering for Hope for Food a couple of years ago.

At nineteen my youngest son started mixing with the wrong crowd and ended up on drugs, he would disappear for days on end, then turn up in a state. Luckily he found love in an American girl, and returned to America with her.

I was upset to loose my son but moving managed to get him away from the drugs. He has since told me that he spent time living on the streets and the help he had from other homeless people kept him alive. So for me I feel I am giving back to the people that looked after my son.

I work full time so find that I cannot cook regularly, but I am able to ask people to donate clothes, sleeping bags, and rucksacks.