I hate the bloody cold-particularly that damp type that seems to take up permanent residence in your bones and never quite leave. I woke up, reluctant to leave the warm comfort of my duvet then reminded myself no matter how cold it is out there I am so fortunate to have the basic necessities-food, warmth and shelter-those basic necessities that many of us take for granted at times. More and more of us are losing our homes almost overnight in these extremely unstable economic climes and not everyone is fortunate enough to have good family or friends to take them in-ever thought what happens in these unfortunate and distressing situations?It’s easy to become overwhelmed by the ever increasing negativity around us but by closing one’s eyes (as I had begun to do) and ignoring the obvious-the growing number of beggars on our local streets for one-well that wasn't going to solve the problem either. Meanwhile, I reasoned that by planting some positive seeds and starting from the bottom I could perhaps help contribute to helping those around me on a local level instead. There are of course many reasons and diverse situations that can lead someone to sleep rough but whatever the case, I found myself drawn to take an interest and support those who are doing all they can to bring aid to those in these unenviable situations right here under our noses on the not always so sunny Costa Blanca. I began by contacting my mother’s church-The Salvation Army-or the ‘Sally Army’ as it’s fondly known by us English speakers- a church that is often viewed with suspicion by locals as the name, ‘El Ejército de Salvación’ conjures up unfortunate images from a previous military dictatorship. The Sally army has been present in Denia for a number of years now-quietly providing help and resources for local people on a number of levels-the most important of which at present must be their daily soup kitchen feeding on average 19 people a night-both homeless and those in otherwise severe economic situations, including a mother and her two children. I began my mission by joining in one evening and learning how they package and prepare the food –it is then given out at eight o’clock prompt every night-after which they take note on how many have been fed-their nationalities and their sex. At weekends the church is opened as a dining hall and the people are served inside.