The story goes that the Roman General Caesar had a gold mine somewhere down this stretch of the Mediterranean coast, or somewhere not too far inland. It was a good, productive mine but he had to close it down, long before it was worked out, when he was summoned back to Rome where he eventually took over as Emperor. A couple of thousand years later, the mine remains undiscovered. When fishing the Ebro, I’ve always asked myself if perhaps it’s right there, in that cliff face, on the opposite bank of the river? It’s strange how the mind drifts away whilst awaiting a run, and an encounter with a different kind of Spanish gold’

‘Fancy joining us on a Christmas carping trip to the Ebro?’