On a chilly afternoon in Glasgow, Willy sits crossed-legged on the floor, his hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie. The normally bustling city centre is virtually deserted, the small plastic tub at his feet is empty.
“There’s no one around, so it’s hard,” he says. “It just means that I cannae get nothing to eat.”
The 42-year-old has been sleeping rough for the last four years, on and off. And despite nationwide efforts to get street sleepers into accommodation, he still doesn’t have a roof over his head.
“Of course I’m scared, I’m very scared,” he says. “But there’s nothing I can do. You need a house to self-isolate or a roof over your head. I’m just going to keep myself healthy as much as I can.”