It’s a unique feeling, waking up in a tent: the canvas above you illuminated by the rising sun, the chatter of birds carrying through the clean highland breeze. But then a smell begins to reach your nostrils. No, not the fragrant scent of Scottish heather but the noxious odour of three men, who haven’t had a shower in four days. A few sniffs of that certainly wakes one up.
Whether in war-torn Ukraine, Laos or Spain, a lot can be learnt from the art created by kids living in war-torn regions across place and time.