Humanitarian aid

We did our fruit distribution on the first rainy day we've had for a long time. We packed the fruit into bags in the back of our volunteer's car and sheltered inside until the rain stopped.

We've started to go into all the rooms of the refugee centre, rather than just hand out fruit in the entrance hall, which isn't just to remind ourselves of the awful conditions but it adds a social element. We meet people properly and they tell us their stories; for example, a woman whose son is fighting on the front line in the East. We also see the very old and disabled, who don't seem to move far from their sleeping area. It's making us think about what is important in what we call humanitarian aid.

Afterwards, I had a conversation with a woman from Mariupol who wants to move with her daughter to a sponsor family in North Wales. Refugees who come from this area have always suffered traumatic experiences. As she says, although she will worry about her husband, who is still working in the Donetsk region, they will be able to have some peace and her daughter will improve her already good English.

Bob was able to donate some money raised by an American benefactor to a medical charity that has links with the front line. We will get feedback about where it is used in due course.

We finished the day, having a meal in the apartment of our friends in MAD Foundation, a very small group of people doing what they can to help in a very direct way.