Gibraltar

My son just sent this to me to say they had arrived in Gibraltar. We lived there from 1976-1978, when my husband was in the Army. The border was shut with Spain and we adopted a sort of siege mentality, all looking after each other, having parties, playing tennis, swimming, sailing and just having a wonderful time. He was about five when we left and I have sent him photos of where we used to live, (a mosque has been built where our bungalow was) and places we used to visit. I wonder if he will remember anything.