‘In the cavernous gloom, he led me to a high mound of what looked like rags – in fact it was clothing with holes, coats and sleeping bags needing new zips...' Photo: Anne M Jones in Calais

‘I had somehow been led to a place where I was honing skills I barely recognised in myself.’

Following the thread: Anne M Jones revisits her time in a Calais Jungle warehouse

‘I had somehow been led to a place where I was honing skills I barely recognised in myself.’

by Anne M Jones 10th May 2024

I am not really a tailor, but this is a story about tailoring, of sorts, and mostly about the power of the human spirit.

Following the thread: Anne M Jones revisits her time in a Calais Jungle warehouse

‘I had somehow been led to a place where I was honing skills I barely recognised in myself.’

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