We flew back into London late last night. It had been a long, tiring day: from Tangier we got the ferry up to Tarrifa, the southernmost point of continental Europe. After a night there, it was a long, fairly slow bus ride to Seville. A couple of hours’ there yesterday gave me and John the chance to walk around the beautiful city in the stifling heat, and we determined that we would return there soon for a proper visit. Then it was a bus to the airport, and a flight, delayed by an hour, back to the UK.

How can I sum up a trip like the one we just had? How can I write any kind of conclusion or ending to such an incredible two weeks, so full of culture, variety and contrasts. I don’t think I can, but I’m sure my memories of our trip to Spain and Morocco will last far longer than the suntan it gave me.