Out came the sun

Thank goodness for a day of sun. The camp was buzzing with the activity of people clearing up. I paired 600 wet shoes which will now go to be washed and dried. Others sorted wet blankets and clothing also for the wash. Tents that had been taken down to avoid wind damage were put back up. The store was re-stocked.
Only just in time for a boatload of refugees all with soaked shoes - such a waste and all because the boats can't use a port because the coastguard will send them away; land on the beech and a blind eye seems to be turned.
This is the EU border policy in action: make it as difficult as possible!
There are 500 volunteers here, possibly more. At least half a dozen languages can be heard with English as the common strand. Most as young and clearly able. Is this a waste of their time and talent? I think not; the experience will stay with them for a lifetime, giving a context to the news of refugee crises which I suspect with be the common strand of their adult lives.
Maggie made the women's changing room so much better, so much so that a whole group of women nearly refused to leave it. It transpired that they had been travelling together for two weeks and were reluctant to be parted. There are so many stories.