You would think for such a small place there would be little need for that metal box called a car. The first thing you notice is that all the registrations begin with the letter G and even though they are a UK colony with British army, British police forces, you still drive on the right, rather than the left back in the UK.

For such a small place, it is hard to drive around. Get one street wrong, and you are on a detour with no where to turn around. It is here you realise how many cars there are on this small rock of an island.

As far as breakdown cover is concerned, you have got to think that any car failure would just bring this place to standstill and you could probably push the car home if it weren’t for the steep banks.

So no small national breakdown cover organisation here then, but don’t underestimate just how many cars seem to navigate this small area not including the scooters and mopeds. I just can’t understand the BMW’s and the four by fours who with a G number plate clearly live there, but would never get out 3rd gear.

Even the breakdown cover van would probably only do 2000 miles a year, even working overtime. In short, if you are panning to go. Leave your car on The Spanish side and get the bus in. I wish I had!