YESTERDAY was different. It had to be. It was near impossible to continue on with the banality of the Great British Bake Off and the UK Labour leadership race when that photo existed in the world.

Maybe you only saw that picture once. Maybe, like us, you saw that photo hundreds of times yesterday.

Even if you did, you, like us, never became numb to it.

For some it was a reminder that this is a human crisis.

For others it was the first time they had realised that this was a human crisis.

Yesterday people in this country started to act. Because of that wretched, horrific photo.

The boy’s name was Alan Kurdi. He was three years old.

Alan came from the Syrian town of Kobani. A town caught in the middle of clashes between Daesh and Kurdish, and Syrian opposition forces.

Earlier this year, Daesh slaughtered 160 people in the town and kidnapped another 100.

There have been months of fighting between the forces. Those who live there are collateral damage for the forces. They only get in the way of the fighting. No wonder his family escaped.

Alan and his brother Galup, his father Abdullah and his mother Rehan travelled to Turkey where, because they were Syrian they didn’t get refugee status. Because they were Syrian, because of the Turkish government, they also couldn’t get the papers to leave.

Alan’s family had to smuggle themselves out of Turkey. His father Abduallah paid £3,000 for the family to travel the few miles between Turkey and Kos in Greece.

Three of the family members never got that far. Only Abdullah survived.

Alan Kurdi was a three year old boy who had to leave his home, where he wasn’t wanted.

He went to Turkey, where he wasn’t wanted. His family tried to get him to Kos on Greece, where he wasn’t wanted. Yesterday was the day we learned to say enough.

Alan and his family were wanted here. We could have taken them. We should have taken them.

#refugeeswelcome