Reinosa is the closest town to the source of the Ebro river and it is a short distance upstream of one of the largest reservoirs that the river passes through on journey eastwards to the Mediterranean. Right in the centre of the town you can see Ebro trout and I have spent quite a lot of time doing just that.
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Yesterday I returned from a few days in Reinosa which is in the far north of Spain in the province of Cantabria where Catriona and I had been staying for a few days. Work beckons again on Monday and so I made an appointment with Cristina who cuts hair in the local town and asked her to tidy me up a little.
Continue readingMaybe you remember Sable, our black labrador? You may recall that she has failed in her audition for the role of fishing companion but had a lot of fun in the process. Well, it turns out that she has a few areas that she needs to work on beyond he tendency to launch herself into the water and spook the fish I am trying to sneak up on. For one thing, she eats grass and I thought she had it in mind that she was actually a sheep before, more recently, noticing a strong preference for chewing on wood. Maybe she now self-identifies as a beaver? Whatever she is, it seems to us as though she could use some training and so we enrolled in a dog training programme that kicked off a couple of weeks ago.
Continue readingSoon the iron bridge over the Guadalhorce river in the town of Estación de Cártama will be 100 years old. They started building the thing in 1927 and packed up their tools 4 years later. It seems like a pretty substantial bridge for what is, for the most part, a very modest river but there are times when the rains come and the river rises and the bridge needs to be robust enough to take everything that nature can throw at it.
Continue readingMy two dogs seem to be undergoing some kind of identity crisis. I am sensitive to the fact that, in this progressive day and age, we are encouraged to be more accepting and receptive to individuals identifying themselves in surprising and sometimes unexpected ways, but I must admit that transitioning to sheep, which is what the dogs seem to be doing, has caught me completely off guard!
As soon as the two dogs are let out of the gate on their leads for a walk, rather than pulling my arms out of their sockets and charging off down the road as they used to to, they trot across the path and start nibbling at thin stalks of the long grass that have sprung up everywhere following our recent rains. This goes on for a while before their brains eventually unfreeze and we can do our daily rounds of the quiet tracks in the campo that surround our house.
Continue readingLast week while Catriona and I were exploring the north of Spain, my brother Sean managed to sneak off to do a little bass fishing back in Ireland. He managed to catch himself a lovely fish and sent a picture to me on Whatsapp.
Continue readingCatriona and I have just come back from Cantabria which, if you are not familiar with it, is a small province in the north of Spain sandwiched between Asturias in the east and the Basque Country in the west. It is in the high country of Cantabria that the river Ebro is born.
The Ebro has the distinction of being the longest river that flows entirely within Spain. It comes second in length only to the Tagus as the longest river in whole of the Iberian Peninsula but the Tagus, lacking true patriotism, abandons Spain, crosses the border into Portugal, and empties into the Atlantic in Lisbon. Interestingly, the Ebro is the second longest river emptying into the Mediterranean basin and is beaten into second place by no less a river than than the Nile.
During our trip to Cantabria we stayed in the town of Reinosa and took the chance to make the short journey from there to Fontibre and the Fuentona de Fontibre which is recognised as the the official source of the Ebro.
It seems as if the river appears out of nowhere. There is a beautiful clear pool and it is fed by a small number of little rivulets which just appear to percolate from the ground or emerge through cracks in the rocks. This place is called the Nacimiento del Ebro, which means simply the birth of the Ebro.
In Spanish giving birth is often described using the expression “dar a luz” which means, more or less, to offer to the light and this is a lovely way to describe it. The same term is used here to describe the waters as they surface into the light after a passage underground. Close to where the waters emerge there is a small statue of a virgin with child, the base of which is bathed in the cold water of the infant river.
A few metres downstream still, in on a little mid-river rock island, a dipper would appear between short dives into the water where it foraged for invertebrates.
Moving a little further downstream we saw our first brown trout which would occasionally move across the easy flows to take feed on some subsurface or emerging insect.
This is a magical place. The waters are clear. They have been filtered underground and they carry the faintest pale or turquoise hue. It is difficult to imagine that this cold clear stream would be the first stretch of a river that would go on to pass through 20 Spanish cities and 6 Spanish provinces.
While the River Ebro is sufficiently famous to find its way into the school Geography curriculum and be known to just about every Spanish child, how many of them would recognise the name of the Rió Hijár? My bet is that it would not be too many. But perhaps they should, and so should we all, because the water that is gurgling up from the ground and becoming recognised as the Rió Ebro is actually water from the Hijár. These two rivers have an interesting connection. The Hijár is considered to be a tributary of the Ebro and joins it in the town of Reinosa just a few short kilometers downstream of the Ebro´s official source at Fontibre. In reality the “Ebro” is water from the Hijár that has been filtered underground and surfaces here at Fontibre. If we were to follow this water upstream about 2 kilometres east of the official birthplace of the Ebro source we would reach a point of convergence. A steady flow of some thousand litres per second of the Hijár water leaves this point and passes underground to emerge as the “Ebro”. During those times of the year when the flows of water exceed this value, perhaps following the snow melt of its headwaters, the excess flows pass along the Hijár which is then considered a separate tributary river and joins the Ebro in Reinosa.
To find the “true” source of the waters of the Ebro we have to venture even further upstream than Fontibre and look for the source of the Hijár itself. This will lead us 22 kilometres westwards and we will have to climb to Pico Tres Mares.
As its name suggests, the Pico Tres Mares drains water into three different seas. It is the only mountain in Spain to do so. The western flank feeds the Río Nansa which flows into the Cantabrian Sea on the north coast of Spain, the northern slopes feed into the Hijár-Ebro which will flow to the Mediterranean and the southern slopes lead to the Pisuerga river which is a tributary of the Duero and flows into the Atlantic in Portugal.
I don´t know which one of us is thicker, me or my dog Sable. We have not had her for very long and I suspect that if you asked those who know us both which of the two of us was the brighter most would say that it is very likely the dog. Sable, they might tell you, has the edge in terms of cerebral firepower, if only by a whisker.
Continue readingIn our last night in Japan we had a chance to meet and speak briefly to a Maiko, a young lady undergoing training to become a Geisha (this training takes five years). She was moving from table to table in the restaurant where we were having dinner and she spoke briefly to the diners. She started with the table furthest from us and approached us slowly, table by table.
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