Spanish vertigo

Madrid is spread at our feet, a lavish festival of lights far below. This is the 49th floor of one of the tallest buildings in the Spanish capital. We are here at the end of a day that started with a 4.45 alarm call at home, and involved several hundred miles of analytical driving in a throng of fellow road-users with matador tendencies.

For evening entertainment our hosts have laid on competitive reaction and memory tests with prizes for the fastest results, but - yawn - it's been a long day ...