We then taxiied almost to North terminal, I realised we would dock at the South Satellite Terminal which I hadn't flown from since 1992. It was my earliest memory of Gatwick, having first flown from there over 20 years ago in 1991, aged 8. Inside, it looked exactly the same as far as I could remember. Shops in the centre, garish orange seats that look like they must have been there since the building first stood in the early 80s, indispersed with wooden ones which might be a bit later but I cannot be sure. Linoleum (or what at a cursory glance looked like linoleum) flooring and large illuminated gate numbers in the typeface that used to be used by BAA.
The monorail has sadly gone owing to modern security and passenger segregation requirements but as ever the whole place is in disarray, being remodelled yet again. One can't help but think it won't look much better when they have finished
Coming from Zürich, which is one of the nicest airports I have ever used, everything else looks drab by comparison. I am clearly spoiled. 
Anyway, apologies for the ramble. Something about human nature to go back somewhere you haven't been for a long time and you're surprised both if it's unchanged or it's completely different.
