Seville

Gatwick was quiet on Sunday afternoon. The check in gate hadn't opened, but a queue was already forming. An agent finally emerged from her hutch and the queue began to inch forward. Boarding passes finally were acquired and security traversed, then shoes were scanned and we finally broke through to the promised land of airside-shopping.
It wasn't long before the gate was open and we headed for the plane.

The flight was uneventful, which is how you would want it to be. Though descent through the clouds to Seville was a bit of a roller-coaster.

Our taxi driver suffered from short arms. They could only just reach the steering wheel over his gargantuan belly. It was good job we used the taxi as we would never have found the hotel under our own steam.