Petanca Mora D’Ebre
Well not fire but certainly ‘Smoking’…. We were on form yesterday but then came the last game and we somehow lost the rhythm, bit like Tottenham Hotspur on Saturday. The result was we came second in our group winning wine and a dried sausage, so I was quite happy. As usual it was nice to meet our friends, most of whom, like ourselves, had belonged to this club, but moved on when numbers dwindled. We still like to play there and are more than pleased to see old friends and I think that is the problem, old being the operative word. I am in my 70’s and some of my friends are older, we are gradually becoming the fewer of the few. But we are not sitting waiting for anybody, the competition is fierce and I was geared up for the battle.
Mind you, on reflection there is hope as you can see from this picture of a young man who could bowl with an accuracy that we all envied, but was far to young to play. One day he will be collecting his own prizes as his proud dad looks on.
The Sunday Morning Game
We played on dappled courts under shade giving trees, whilst a gentle breeze kept us cool as the morning wore on. There are 10 courts in all but as there were more teams than could fit on them, they laid out one more at the end by the car park. Playing is intense and you will often find teams playing tactically for that vital point. Sometimes there is a game which is almost snail pace because they are playing for first or second place, that is when things get interesting and take a while to resolve. For me this is the attraction of the game. You can have a laugh and a joke whilst playing, but always there is the serious business of winning. Tactics to be discussed, whether to pica or not, how many points do you need to win and how to get them.
As you will have gathered by now, my wife takes the pictures and has been the unofficial photographer for the club for almost two years. Now a sense of humour is always necessary in competitions, and today was no exception. The guy in the picture is Louise, and neither he nor my wife could help themselves from playing ‘I Spy’, whilst the rest of us waited for the prize giving.
This is purely a picture story so I have started with the overall winners with their hams then everyone else follows on in no particular odrder:
Rainer and Eunesio
Last but not least I must thank Rainer for putting on a good show and making everyone welcome. He and Eunesio did a sterling job, the prizes were wonderful and much appreciated. It takes a lot of hard work to run a Petanca club, not just in time and effort but organising competitions and other events, I couldn’t do it so my hat goes off to these two outstanding friends.
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc
Here he comes wobbling across the sky not sure where he’s going but he’s definitely high. “Hic! who’s there? oh its you. I suppose you’re going to tell everyone I’ve been partying again, hic! Well, I don’t care!!!!”
It’s that time of year again and the village is in party mood. Tonight is the villages big correfoc which is followed by dancing and music until dawn. Yep they certainly know how to party here even the moon gets in on it as you can see from the pictures. This being the second year I have noticed this event I am quite convinced that no matter what NASA says, this moon is most definitely a party animal.
My wife has actually finished one of her projects in the garden, the bulb tyre. This old tyre has been here for years and she had filled it with earth then planted up some bulbs. This year it looked very tatty so she dug up the bulbs, putting aside the small ones for planting elsewhere, sifted the earth, then in-filled the rim with stones to strengthen it. Now I don’t know about you, but to my wife plain black tyres are not appealing in a garden, so the next job was the painting. Two cans of yellow were needed for the top to give it a ‘weathered’ look but because of the effect she wanted it only needed one can of green. Allowing the tread to show here and there gave it a mottled look which I think works well. All that was left was to replace the earth, plant the bulbs then top it off with compost. However, with Puddytat and the piggy wigs rooting around, she felt it needed something else. So this morning she collected small stones and scattered them over the surface. End result a smart-looking garden tyre.
Work In Progress
This is a project that is part of a bigger on going garden thing… It was here that I planted a bay tree that my sister gave my wife and here is where the grubs of black beetles killed it by eating the roots. So after killing them and cleaning the ground I went to check and re-pot an off shoot I had taken, leaving my wife standing looking at it wondering what to do.
Well she has come up with a good solution. First she cleaned what was left of the ground then we went to a farming centre and bought stuff to protect roots from these things. Next stop one of the gardening shops in town for bulbs Gladioli and Anemones, plus more compost. Once home she mixed the granules into the earth to discourage the beetles, planted the bulbs, topped off with compost leaving about 2-3 inches below the rim to protect the flowers from the wind.
Now I am sure you know this character, he is the cause of the stones on top of the compost, using the hexagon garden as a toilet was not a good idea matey. All that’s left of the planting is for flowering cacti to be planted in the holes and it is finished. However, that is her job as I have managed to get an infection in a cyst on my hand. So its off to the doctor’s again this week to see what he is going to do. As I say it’s all go up here.
And other Things
I am hoping to have a few more pictures of the wild boar next time, they have been making a ‘pond’ on the lower level so I have set a camera up down there. This time I have cut away the leaves, so there won’t be the 600 photos like last time because the honeysuckle was whipping around.
This is the honeysuckle’s new home in the new wall garden. We did not plant this it appeared on year in front of one of the olive trees so we left it to grow. But because it’s in the direct line of a camera I decided to move it here, so it can clamber up into the olive tree and play. Oh and I all most forgot, the new bird bath is being engineered, yes I did say engineered….
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc
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A Little History
This photograph shows all that is left of the railway bridge which like others was destroyed during the civil war. This part of the Ebro valley, like Mora d’Ebre and Gandesa, was also in the thick of the battle for the River Ebre and every year it holds a commerative day depicting the battle, with vehicles, authentic uniforms and enactments. During the Battle of the Ebre some of the bloodiest battles were fought about 8km north of Fayon. In July of 1938 on the 25th the 42nd division of the Republican Army crossed the river in this area, but were then surrounded and massacred in the hills by the Franco’s army.
Fayon was part of the Roman Catholic Diocese of Lleida, but in 1955 Fayon along with Mequinensa was segregated from Lleida and merged with the Archdiocese of Zaragoza.
The original village is now beneath the waters of the dam and the present village of Fayon was built by ENHER the state-owned company who built the dam. Like so many of these mountain villages Fayon was originally a mining community here it was coal. But after the mines closed the village lost 50% of its population.
A Little Fishing
These days it is better known for its fishing, and in the café where we had a coffee these were displayed on the wall advertising the fishing potential of the river. As you can see catfish are a bit big and these well known fighters can and do give anglers a run for their money and quite a bit of excitement. Some of these catfish can be as big or bigger than some of the boats, I remember watching an angler on his own, trying to get on into his inflatable dingy. After I had watched his struggle for a while and seen him get half of this fish in the dingy I carried on into to town. I later learnt that he didn’t manage it but at least he got his hook back, the next time I saw him he had a solid boat and companion.
Coffee Before The Event
We arrived early and went for a coffee. We found the café overlooking the swimming pool that every town has regardless of size and enjoyed the view before we left for the courts. What I did not know was this little ‘cafe’ is actually a very well known fish restaurant. Its menu is varied with high quality recipes and good value for money, which explains why as we were leaving Fayon we noticed quite a few people heading for it. We would have done the same, except I did not know then what I know now, it must be the best kept secret in Fayon.
The Petanca competition is held on the local football ground with courts laid out. Once again there seemed to be fewer teams playing which is a shame as it is one game that the youngsters would enjoy. The Café had wifi which pleased my wife as she had somewhere to work whilst I played, so once the competition had started off she trotted to return just at the right time.
As you can see there were some very good prizes to play for. Hams, olive oil and wine for the winning team, a selection of dried sausage, wine and olive oil for the runners up, followed by olive oil and cheese for the winners of groups and finally olive oil for those who came second. So here in no particular order after the winners are the photos our club last. Hope you enjoy:-
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc
I have been chasing these little devils around my finca for ages. No matter where I placed the cameras they avoided them like the plague. Then one morning I was on the lower level and noticed that the ground had been disturbed and there were piggy prints all over the place. So I went and had a cuppa and a council of war with the wife. “Well” she said “there are several trees down there why not place a camera on one of them. Just one camera they won’t be looking for one”. Poor soul she thinks the pigs can count…. Ummm now after this I am not so sure she isn’t right. Anyway, I did as she suggested and these are the first pictures of the pigs and what’s more there’s a baby in there.
Oh Happy Days…..
Ok so which is my best side??
At long last we are at one with the forest. The pigs are back now all we need to see are the goats to make it perfect. Oh dear here we go again, guess who’s just come in singing, we can’t get that dam song out of our heads. So all together now…”and there in the wood a piggy wig stood with a ring in the end of its nose, its nose, its nose, with a ring in the end of its nose”…. Happy Days…….
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc
There Be Dragons
This is the time of year when the Correfoc’s take place. These are the traditional pageants to drive the devil out of the village or town and bring good harvests and luck. So as always we try to go to the one in Tivissa and Rasquera. So around 9pm on Saturday night we set off arriving just as they had begun to move off.
In Rasquera I counted about 6 teams who gather in the square some with their dragons others just fire dancers, waiting to be told to go. All the people dancing with the fireworks are clothed in fireproof suits with various designs on them and the reason for staggering the start is because each team has a ‘trolley’ with their fireworks in and this follows behind the drums which accompanies each team. Noisy eh? wonderful…
The Fun Begins
Then come the dragons whirling and twirling around covered in fireworks and thoroughly enjoying themselves. Youngsters are seated on fathers shoulders to watch all this whilst some of the older people and teenagers dressed in old clothes with scarves round their faces bandit style and hats to cover their hair soak themselves with water and join the dancers under the fireworks. One year in our village when I was younger, I was given the top half of a dancer’s costume and joined in the dancing believe me to do this you need to be fit plus it gets very hot wearing the protective clothing and I only had the jacket on. We never intended to take pictures but wife+ phone produced these hope you enjoy:-
There Be Dragons Dancing
Happy Fiesta People…
(c) Michael Douglas Bosc