Drove south, though Algeciras and round to Gibraltar this morning. Got secure parking just on the Spanish side of the runway with a fab view of the rock.
Last time we came here, we drove around the rock in the motorhome but couldn’t park and daren’t get Rufus out because of the apes. This time, we walked in with our passports, and started the climb to the top. What a killer! Normal steps, then steep road, then very steep steps along a wall to the top. Legs like jelly! The Barbary Macaques are everywhere and so lovely. They just sit quietly grooming each other ignoring all the tourists taking pictures. I thought they’d run off when they saw us but they’re not bothered at all. 
Lots of gun batteries at the top and I think we walked from one end to the other. 
Faster coming down than going up but we were staggering about like a pair of drunks by the time we reached the town. What a funny place it is too – this little piece of Britain stuck on the bottom of Spain! 
Cheap diesel but everything else was about average price. Aperol Spritz and a San Miguel helped us back along to the border…now we’re so tired I can’t string a sentence together – you might have noticed! 😂
