EARLY morning, on Friday February 24 , I saw a young man, a rough sleeper and his dog in Andover sorting out their bedding after a night on the street.

It was a cold windy day.

It made me think, how can we allow such a situation to be in this day and age?

I know some folks would say it is down to the person, be they addicted to drugs or whatever. But I’m afraid that I disagree.

A friendly old lady stopped to speak to the young guy, as did I and offered him some cash.

It really moved me and that is why I am writing this letter.

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