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Nostalgia Trip #5: Ceredigion Coast, Wales And Dolphins

Waking on our first morning in Aberaeron is just idyllic. Our window at the Harbourmaster Hotel looks past the boats snuggled in the harbour to the cottages opposite, their multiple pastel shades reminiscent of Ireland and resplendent in the morning sunlight. The sound of mast ropes clinking in the light breeze is the only thing that breaks the silence as Aberaeron wakes slowly from its slumbers.

Aberaeron Harbour

Our first wander around town includes a short amble upstream along the banks of the Aeron which brings its own rewards. As well as the many woodland birds we spot a dipper feeding from the boulders and a vole scuttling across our path. There’s an amusing cameo as a mother duck tries – and fails – to get her five ducklings to scale the weir. Two of the chicks try several times but keep falling back into the river until eventually Mum calls it a day and gathers the family back together.

New Quay is our first point of call as we explore the Ceredigion coastline, and it is every bit as enchanting as Aberaeron though quite different in character. The town curls beautifully around the perfect bay, rocks and the harbour wall splitting its large beach in two. A crowd has gathered on the sea wall, all looking outwards – we join them, inevitably, to see two large dolphins diving and surfacing, looking for all the world as if they’re playing to their audience. 

New Quay

Later, on a brilliantly informative boat trip, we discover these are part of a large bottlenose dolphin colony living within the bay. The little town looks delightful on this sun drenched day, its cafes buzzing and the views across to the splendid looking Cei Bach fabulous.

We move on to other places from Michaela’s childhood memories: first Llangranog, a tiny village hidden in a tight rocky alcove, where we explore rock pools and caves and climb the steep footpath to the top of the imposing cliff. Below us children play just as Michaela did years ago, and families scuttle back around the rocks to beat the incoming tide. A statue of the village’s founder Saint Granog looks proudly across the beach. Beneath him, a colony of guillemots and razorbills busily feed their young, gliding swiftly across the waves to the nesting holes in the cliffside.

Llangranog
Saint Granog

From Llangranog we head further south to Tresaith where the rock pools are even better and we clamber over the jagged outcrops as Michaela sheds the years with the endearing enthusiasm of childhood. Just around the corner a stream tumbles over the cliff, crashing to the beach below in a spectacular waterfall.

Tresaith

Later, on our final day here, we walk from Penbryn to Tresaith, out at sea level which is basically a couple of miles of clambering over tidal rocks, then back along the steeply rising coast path.

Penbryn

Returning to Aberaeron, the sun intensifies and it is undeniably a summer’s day; a table for two on the sun terrace at the Harbourmaster is calling and we don’t even try to resist. Downing a few beers and tanning our faces in the hot salty Atlantic air feels so wonderful that for a moment we can forget that we have been denied foreign travel.

Wednesday June 9th, the summer has slipped away behind cloud, though it remains warm, at times even humid. Today our trip is north from Aberaeron, to explore the village of Llanon and the largest town in the area, Aberystwyth. 

Aberystwyth houses the remains of a castle right on the seafront, but even more impressive is the huge University College building, bearing the hallmarks of an influential seat of learning in the style of the likes of Eton or even the dreaming spires of Oxford. Rather pleasingly, the whole imposing building is currently being expensively restored to former glories and will soon once again fulfil the motto of its founder: “a world without knowledge is no world at all”.

The chief impression here is that someone sometime started to raise Aberystwyth’s profile but ran out of money or energy or both, and left a half finished development which is not pleasing on the eye. Apart from the two buildings mentioned above, the town is all rather drab and uninspiring, capped by its unattractive beach.

Aberystwyth Sea Front

Fitting then that the little village of Llanon should dominate the day’s activities. Llanon is, for Michaela, the epicentre of this part of the nostalgia trip. Our next post will tell more…..

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