It had to happen. The only surprise is that it has taken Spain's supercops so long. But the Goat has finally been stopped by the Guardia Civil and ticked off for not wearing his crash hat, which is compulsory in Spain.

In a scene reminiscent of Basil Fawlty excusing his waiter by saying, "He's from Barcelona," I had to plead with the Guardia not to ticket him by saying, "I'm sorry Officer.

He's from near Hitchin." The baffled cop seemed to accept that this was indeed a reasonable excuse or perhaps he felt that anyone from near Hitchin had enough on his plate and could do without losing thirty euros for not wearing a hat.

Either way he let him off. Had he known that the Goat had previous for riding on Spanish motorways, not only without a hat but also wearing a diving mask and flippers, then I think that a night in the can would have been more appropriate.

So now it's Monday, Day 7, and we have reached Fuentesauco in Zamora province. Tomorrow we should reach the Portuguese border.

What do vegetarians eat in Spain I hear you ask? Tuna fish of course. Now matter how many times I say I don't want meat or fish I always get a generous dollop of tuna on my food.

I hadn't realised that the tuna fish was a vegetable - but I am going to ask for a packet of seeds in the next restaurant and I'll see if I can grow one in the garden.