
Around 6000 refugees live in squalid conditions in the Jungle camp in Calais, Northern France. Amir Alizadeh, from Iran said: "One month I'm here, and my problem is no medicine, all this rubbish here and all this rain."

Khaled Al-Ahamad, from Syria said: "All the people there who died are innocent, and no one can agree with such acts."

Ahmad Ali Mostafa, from Syria said: "For two months I live in this Jungle. All my dreams I go England."

A newly erected, hand-written sign is found at the entrance to the site: Terrorists, it warns in broken English, are forbidden to enter.

The muddy tracks in the camp are now turning into lakes. People hop across as best they can. Few wear boots or waterproofs; many only have on sandals.

The queue for food aid stretches far in the Jungle. Volunteers, who are often from England, hand out melons, apples and bread.

The camp itself is reached by a quiet country road that also heads to the nearby beach. It could be most places in France, except for the presence of several police vehicles and 10-feet high wire fences which surround nearby properties.

Construction seems to be going on everywhere: new arrivals to the camp are erecting shelters. All look unlikely to survive a fierce storm.

The refugees live in desperate conditions: there are few washing facilities, most say they are hungry and petty crime is said to be rife.

Shops and restaurants set up by migrants in the camp serve chips, chicken and soft drinks. Like flowers, small luxuries juxtapose harshly with the grim reality inside the Jungle.