All things must pass

I slept through the Gran Chocolatada which, according to the programme, would help the children to gather their forces ready for the games afterwards and I slept through the men cooking Gachamigas (usually a sort of pancake but sometimes crumbs - poor people's food made mainly from flour and water) and I was eating lunch with Maggie, recently returned from Andalucia, when the table games began at 5pm.

But we saw the Solemn Procession with the images of Saint James and Saint Joseph carried through the streets accompanied by the Parish Priest of Pinoso, the Authorities, the Queens and Courtiers and the Terrós Pipe and Drum Band (whoever wrote the programme for the fiesta showed a fine turn of phrase.)

All done for another year then.