A young Afghan man stared through red eyes at the remains of the camp that had been his base in Calais while he attempted to reach Britain. In the blue tarpaulin held up by sticks and string that was his shelter lay the meagre belongings he had been unable to gather as police cleared the area yesterday — a pair of laceless shoes, a tube of toothpaste, a milk churn half full of water. Now it was too late. A burly officer touched him on the shoulder and pointed the man towards his next destination — a police van waiting...