Continuing on my merry way I proceeded to follow a road which got smaller and smaller and then definitely ceased to be a road. Then it ceased to be a dirt road and became a goat track, not well suited to the skinny rubber.
Having returned via a somewhat longer route than expected I proceeded to stage a hypo of monumental scale, not so bad generally but it rural Catalonia nothing is open from two to five pm. Fortunately I managed to find a bakery which was still occupied, if closed. Once again, pastry saved my life!
I've been having a bit of a stressful time recently and it's slaying my bg control, I'm going badly low often, like so low that my meter just says "lo" not quite sure what's up, I tend to bounce back up slowly but once up there I spend a few hours high as a kite, not good.
Anyway enjoy the picture!
-yep typed it with my thumbs: they're what makes us better than apes