Accompanied by her mum, our reporter Greta Simpson took on a route of her own, to see the amazing impact the campaign has on the ground.

MY mum kindly agreed to help me do a delivery shift for Humans, possessing as she does a much bigger car.

My 2x2 seater would have only managed about two parcels.

We loaded up the car with five deliveries’ worth of boxes and bags and made our way south, from Blackley to M14. Delivery addresses are grouped together geographically, so all five of our drop-offs are within ten minutes of each other.

Our first delivery gets off to a rocky start, as the address we have for the first client is wrong, and we knock on the wrong door.

Luckily, Lewey is on hand with the client’s number, and though she’s out working at her care job, she’s close by, and gives us the right address, six minutes away.

Lewey has given us strict instructions that, if clients aren’t in the house when we get there (they have been notified of the delivery date by text, up to seven times) we shouldn’t hang around and wait, but instead give the parcel to someone we know that might need it.

But luckily, by the time we pull up on the terraced street, the client is back, stepping out of her car in a brightly coloured tabard. Two black and white cats watch with interest from the window as we hand over the parcels and she gives effusive thanks.