I met this bloke at around nine last Sunday morning as I was cycling along the old road from Manresa to Calaf on my way to the Aragonese Pyrenees. As you probably won’t be able to discern from this appalling photo–it was raining and I was quite surprised–he was brown and dishevelled, accompanied by a large black dog, and was dragging a four-metre wooden cross. He said hallo, but he was walking quickly and I didn’t get the impression he was dying for a chat. There were scorch marks all along the road to Calaf and then the trail went cold. Anyone know who he is and what’s bugging him?

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