This car park is a microcosm for all that is wrong with this country. Overly complicated signage, rules about where you can and cannot park. One floor was for a special category (which I didn't understand), the second floor looked promising, but an official tapped on the window and said that the places are reserved (for whom?), and so on to the next floor. What fun! Then there is the colour coding: none of the muppets who designed the myriad of rainbow-coded car parks (blue, orange, red etc) thought to stamp the ticket with the corresponding colour. Or, even better, to print the ticket in the appropriate colour. So, one remembers the row (eg 3F or 4D) but not the colour. The result: you lug your cases round a plethora of car parks. Lifts where the down button is mistakenly labelled 'up', and so on. And when you leave, no ANPR: Gatwick can land planes but don't have the nouse to install a decent automatic barrier. The cost for 20 minutes: £8. My goodness!! There's a certain irony in that the last, and first, thing a Briton – or indeed traveller – sees of this country is the delight of the short stay car park at Gatwick. Hip, hip, hooray!