I make a decision. A decision is a very, very tough decision, but I have to live.

And then I took the journey.

Humanity is capable of acts of immeasurable compassion, but also seemingly limitless horror and violence.

One in every hundred of us has been displaced from our homes by conflict, persecution and tyranny.

Most don't turnly displaced, but there are 26 million refugees driven from their country's borders.

Now you wouldn't think it hearing from the rants of politicians and pundits,

but just 15% of those refugees are hosted by rich nations.

The rest are in poorer countries, with the least resources to look after humanity's most vulnerable.

These are often people who speak English, often because their nations were once ruled by the British Empire,

or they've got relatives and networks here in the United Kingdom.

Refugees and migrants have long been scapegoated for injustices and problems caused by the powerful.

Former city trader Nigel Farage is among those who build their political career by stoking fear towards those refugees and migrants,

and the conservatives in charge of our government play to their base by doing the same,

that even considered sending refugees to a processing centre on a remote island at the Atlantic Ocean,

more than 4,000 miles away.

But we don't very often hear from refugees themselves, their stories, their experiences, that has to change.

Last year, only one in every 20 asylum seekers arrived by boats, some of them here in Folkstad.

Walking around, I can see that, like many coastal towns, it's struggled with cuts to public services and a lack of investment.

It's easy for that anger to be redirected to refugees, but there's nothing new about people fleeing their countries because of danger.

Folkstad is proud of its history.

You can see it in the memorials for World War One and Two dotted around the town,

and amongst them is a plaque by the sea that remembers refugees who fled Belgium at the start of World War One.

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