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It is a fact of nature that water reflects the sky.  A sunny day and the river has put on a shimmering blue dress as she runs towards the Mediterranean.  If it’s a cloudy day she will wear either a greenish grey dress with a mirror coat reflecting the trees along her banks, or she will try to cheer us up by wearing a shimmering dress of a silvery grey colour which now and again gapes to give a glimpse of a blue petticoat as she rushes on her way.   

Sometimes if it has been raining very hard she will drag fallen trees along, sending them bobbing and turning as they round stones and other hidden obstacles in the water.  But on a sunny day she will flow gently with the occasional ripple as she runs over large rocks and sandbanks on her way to the Mediterranean.

Passing under bridges of history from the Civil War, which were destroyed then re-built gently washing them as though remembering the pain when the bombs dropped laying waste the arches and tipping rails and masonry into her waiting arms.   

 

Last Templars stronghold at Miravet

Then on she flows towards the delta past Templer strongholds, castles of history who’s down fall is played out each year as part of the local history.

On through gorges with fields of vines on the banks, past orange groves, and relics of bygone factories harking back to the days when there was trade on the river. 

 

Then after a while she reaches the weir, which she slips over quietly, then on she glides towards Tortosa slipping through the town at peace with her surroundings. Past rice fields irrigated by her waters, past small towns, ever onwards to her destination, the Delta. 

There you will find majestic beaches of golden sand, the occasional palm tree their tops gently moving in the sea breeze. There is always something of  interest to be seen, especially when they are fruiting, grouped on the beach surrounded by the golden sand against a back drop of a blue sea and sky. You would be forgiven for thinking you were some where exotic and expect to see a camel appear with sheik to carry you off.

                                                                                        

Here the river fills the delta pools with her water where the Flamingoes forage for shrimps, and bulls roam the marsh fields while Marsh Harriers fly over head hunting for their dinner.

The irrigation is helped by small pumping water mills compact and picturesque, leaving you with images of times gone by, a hard but seemingly peaceful life. It is here more rice is grown along with a variety vegetables, watered the generous river.  

So, after she arrives and joins the sea all that is left is to turn north to the mountains where she first breathed life as a small stream then gradually grew up into the lady we now know, La Rio Ebro.

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Well this has certainly been a weekend of mixed events, we had intended to go to the Mora Morisca on Saturday but as is normal things went a little differently.

It started with the inverter going kaput and with the World Cup Final on Sunday we really had to go into Reus to get a replacement. Priorities rule and football being a must my wife did not pick up her camera football!! So about 5pm we set off going round the town as the streets were blocked off for the fiesta.  After purchasing the replacement, we drove back to town and parked the car walking to the old part which was decorated with banners flags and various coulorful awnings. There were stalls selling various cheeses, dried sausages, herbs and sweets with displays of craft work smithies, glass blowing metal and woodworkers. At the top of the town were the birds of prey falcons, owls, an eagle and one or two I do not know. 

Walking down to the main square we found people dressed in medieval clothes both Spanish and Moorish with plenty of bars open. We had been invited to join some friends in their house overlooking the square and spent a very pleasant hour in good company. Whilst there the owner of the bar outside the house asked if he could run a large screen off their electrics to show the football, this all arranged we decided to leave as we needed to eat.  We did not go down town to watch the match it was too hot for us but we saw it on tv and heard the celebrations the flashes of the fireworks could be seen from over the hills.

Then this morning about 7am I heard a noise outside the bedroom and found to my delight a small eagle. It had flown into the  small gazebo outside the sitting room window but was thankfully unhurt, life can be full of wonderful sights at times.

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