Food Made with Love at the Refugee Community Kitchen

Food made with love must nourish in many ways.



Refugee Community Kitchen in Action – Calais


Love and respect to everybody that has made this happen. Be the change you want to see.


Full of hope,

Hampstead mum






To the Deputy Mayor of Calais with love from an Anarchist



Dear Mr Philippe Mignonet,

I have just had the misfortune of listening to your piece on radio 4.  Where you were asked about the situation in Calais but responded with need to attack English activists. Saying that they need to leave and that the English government should treat us as they do hooligans and not allow us to leave England.  A typical right wing and unintelligent tactic to use a few to label many.

To get upset about some spray paint when people are dying in your town shows a heartless indifference. That you have grouped little old ladies from the local church, men from the Local Rotary club, teachers, Doctors, students, chefs, midwives and everyday people in the same category as people smugglers is disgusting, then to carry on to say that anarchists are organising for our own gain shows you have very little understanding of what is going on in the camp.

The fact that these very people you demonise are building shelters, providing therapy for children with post traumatic stress, running workshops, sorting donations,  providing health care, cooking thousands of meals, cleaning up the rubbish, teaching, looking after lone children seems to have made no impact on you. You have a problem that we spend 24 hours a day with  the residents yet if we weren’t there who would be doing this?

At what point in your life did you lose your humanity or were you born with none at all? Did you get bullied as a child and want revenge or were you the bully and have never  stopped?                                                                                                                                                            Or is your hate for the English volunteers from the fact it shows your lack of caring or just pure racism because we are not there as English people we are there as humans that give a shit irrelevant of our or of the refugees politics.

The Calais economy is benefiting from English volunteers the hostel is full, Air B&B’s have never had it so good in the winter months.  Local businesses are booming from  the hardware store to the local tobacco shop.

I know who’s side you would  have been on in the war and it wouldn’t have been the resistance.

I felt the need to respond not for me but for the selfless English people that have given  up their valuable time to help and care for the refugees, the undercover humanitarians. Justification for my actions and life style is not something I usually do. But there is always an exception and you are the exception.

I hope one day you can feel the love for humanity with out judgement until then I  send you my love and hope for the best for your town, your people and the refugees.

From a Calais volunteer, a lecturer, and mum

The Hampstead Mum


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There is something beautiful in the Jungle


On and off for the last few months I have been going to Calais in the hope of making a difference however small or large. I have other blogs about Calais sitting in the drafts folder waiting for the right emotional time to post them but this isn’t it, this is about something very special that I have been privileged to witness.

This is just one to share with you something so beautiful that is happening that not many people get to see. This is plain and simply showing you that people care. With the daily onslaught of the right wing press and people’s belief through fear of the Britain First style propaganda they would have us believe we are an uncaring capitalist country run by all the “paths” and “ists” you care to list.



Everyday on camp you see the worst of what humanity can do to themselves and everyday there is something special that happens to make you know not all it lost. In the warehouse the parcels arrive relentlessly from all corners of the UK. Schools, families, groups, churches, mosques, scout groups, day after day, van after van.


The boxes get unpacked by volunteers and sorted stacked and shelved and it’s in this unpacking the magic arrives, the love, the caring, the concern, the giving a shit. So I will leave you with a few notes we found whilst sorting out donations. They had us in tears many a time because these were written mostly by the hands of our future generation.

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I just want to say these were opened and sorted in  the warehouse but we made sure when the boxes were unpacked the messages were delivered to the refugees.

Happy New Year

with gratitude

The Hampstead Mum