I came to The Jungle looking for good. But I was tear-gassed and my photographer was beaten and robbed by a mob

Taki! Taki! Truck Truck! The cries went up, men shouting, running towards us. Hundreds of men, young men, running, running, towards the security fence that keeps the migrants penned inside the Jungle camp at Calais.

The lorries at the port were backed up, one after the other. The truckers’ least favourite position as targets, sitting ducks – vulnerable to attack.

Hundreds massed at the line of fences. Pulling at them, ripping at metal, desperate to get a head start on the police with their tear gas, dogs and guns.