Christopher Kennedy-Barnard

The curious case of balaclavas on Britain’s streets

From our UK edition

A balaclava on a British street is a small declaration: I do not want you to know who I am. Last weekend, that declaration was made in Dover and Portsmouth, where hundreds of men, many dressed head-to-toe in black, turned out against the arrival of migrants by small boat: road blockades, walkie-talkies, faces covered. It looked less like a demonstration than a uniformed show of force. Some of Antifa’s fiercest enemies now dress like them That should worry us. There is no democratic entitlement to intimidate the public, assault police officers or obstruct emergency services. But Westminster should be interested in something beyond the spectacle: why do these men believe they need to hide their faces in the first place?

War and fishing in the Strait of Hormuz

On February 28, I jumped on a fishing charter with some friends and headed out into the Strait of Hormuz. There was barely any wind. The sea shimmered in the heat of the Gulf sunshine. On the very first drop of our lines, something hit my metal jig and went off like a rocket. After a couple more brief runs, a very stout, double-figure grouper rose through the water column, which I guided safely into the waiting net. It was a personal-best hamour (The Arab word for grouper), weighing between 10 and 12 pounds. I went on to catch a few interesting tropical fish, including a snapper, but I didn’t recognize most of them. It was on our journey back to the Abu Dhabi port that things changed.