My personal connection with Gibraltar is almost as long and complex as that of The Rock’s own residents relationship with their Spanish neighbours and British ‘protectors’. My Mum worked there; I got married there; and I have been photographing it for over a decade. Casual visitors describe Gibraltar as, ‘a little bit of Britain in the sun.’ However, The Rock is quintessentially itself; irreducible to a simple binary identity of Spanish or British; and an enduring site of dispute and tension, as much as a symbol of solidity and resistance.