‘I don’t need to come here often but I need it now,” Phill, a former fish filleter, tells the volunteers at the Rock Foundation food bank in Grimsby, as he gathers three carrier bags to last him the week. “I don’t like it – I call it scrounging, even though I need it. But I don’t come willy-nilly.”
Outside the queue is showing no sign of slowing. Two hours after opening, on a cold, grey day in the town once famous for its fishing fleet, men, women and whole families are still turning up to collect food from a trestle table inside the entrance of a derelict school near the docks.
