Gibraltar. Behold the dying embers of a long faded, defunct empire trying to cling desperately to past glories. An anachronistic overpriced tax haven, insisting  that the flag it still so passionately waves does not now belong to an irrelevant laughing stock. Red phone boxes which nobody use still line the streets as if in a deliberate attempt to make the place look more British, even though the buildings around them are irrefutably Spanish and even Moorish. Poorly maintained, barely accessible for wheelchair users, after touring the small town yesterday I must admit that I found the place as vile as it is comic. I doubt we’ll be going there again.