Walked up in the mountains, between the almond groves and carob trees with my friend Bean. She has a year old labrador who, if a little older, would have been able to pull Roman chariots right across the province of Tarragona. Of course, I left my memory card stuck in the computer so the camera didn't work.
We narrowly escaped death several times as testosterone-fuelled Catalans hissed by in a cloud of Spandex and mountain bikes. All of them surprisingly fat. Perhaps it was a Secret Sunday Weight Loss programme.
No news from Alice who used to be Frank. She is sailing through France but Le Flic keep stopping her.
