Old schoolfriend Alan lent me some postcards he picked up during the school trips to Spain in the mid-60s. On my second trip, in 1966, we flew from Heathrow to Gibraltar. It was the first time I had flown; back then it was not something working-class people did. I don’t think my grandparents ever got on a plane.

This postcard shows the type of plane we travelled on.

From Gibraltar, we travelled by train to Córdoba. This next picture is of the main square, la Plaza de las Tendillas, as it was then.

It hasn’t changed all that much today, although it is vehicle-free.

It’s a beautiful little city with a great big history. I have a lot more postcards to post.