LEAVING London at barely 6am on Saturday I reached Calais around noon, frazzled from the coach and ferry journey.

I’ve visited refugee camps in Palestine, slums in Brazil, but I never expected to see such destitution on European soil, mere feet away from upstanding French homes, sanitised streets.

Visiting The Jungle was a humbling experience to say the least. I spoke to people whose lives were torn apart by imperialist wars and extreme poverty.