Political Train

 Bob left for a week in Blighty on our local train which has taken up the cudgel against the oppressor - but is mercifully not on strike.

 He's missing all the fun. Gert and Elizabeth invited me (and Ian) to their terrace where you can see and hear the fete without the effort of actually going there. Much later when it was cooler Ian and I took a glimpse of the action over the bridge. Below are some random snaps.
Today the action allegedly starts at 12.00 with horse riding and all that, stuff happening all day till the dance at 10.30 with a band called Euphoria. They've not played Esperaza before. Dig out those dancing shoes...