Silent Saturday

Spent most of the day wandering round "our" land, and remembering why we love it so much - took loads of photos, but then walking home round the castle, saw Hugo and Sandra getting the cross ready for the service tonight at 9:30, and due to go on for at least three hours - don't think I've ever been to church so much in all my life... 

Last night, after I'd blipped, decided to go downstairs and watch the procession to bury Jesus - it was another moving event; at each stop, women lamenting in Latin, but sounded Moorish - very spine-tingling; Jesus being carried on a bier... Elderly women on canes, small children, all sorts, walking slowly behind, around the town, where all the windows had candles on the ledges.

Anyway, the priest stepped out of the procession and invited us to go watch the burial and go to his after for food and drink. So what could we do? Eventually got to bed way after 1am...