As a British outpost on the tip of Spain, Gibraltar is an anachronism. Already Whitehall is warning that change is on the way; the colony may soon go the way of Hong Kong.

The Rock towers over the twin towns clutching at its skirts, a colossal sugarloaf of limestone. Under a ragged green thatch its heart is riddled with natural caves and manmade passages.

This pimple on the tail of Iberia is an enclave of England, complete with cosy pubs where drinkers tuck into a pint of Bass or barrack for Manchester United… even if they converse in a peculiar patois. The faces are more Latin than Anglo-Saxon, blending Spanish, Genoese, Jewish and British strains.

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