Crossing into Gibraltar from Spain is a short walk, but somewhat unnerving as it crosses the territory’s runway. If one survives that, one comes to an impressive view of the Rock.

Gibraltar serves as something of an England in miniature, with its double-decker buses, red postboxes, fish and chips shops, Cadbury’s chocolate, and so forth. Yet, it is a kind of time-capsule England from half a century ago. Gibraltar apparently never got the great influx of immigrants from the West Indies and the Indian Subcontinent that has greatly changed the culture of England itself.

Of course, one other major difference between the real England and this holding in southern Iberia is the weather. This Christmas Eve was marked by warm temperatures and clear skies.