Day 136 Machynlleth to Aberdyfi 6 July 2023

Day 136 Machynlleth to Aberdyfi 6 July 2023

Today has been superb!  I left about 8.30 (with ominous noises from my car, which has been playing up lately – I think it needs a new starter motor 😦 ) I drove to Aberdyfi, which took about 35 mins, although it is only 10 miles, but there were a couple of sets of road works and the road is very twisty.  I parked at the station and jumped on the 9.33 train, bound for Birmingham International, via every station in Mid-Wales and Worcestershire. Fortunately, it arrived at Machynlleth on time, so I began my walk a few minutes after 10am, well to the east of the Dyfi estuary . 

Trashed honesty box, near Machynlleth.

The first bit is along the A492, not very pleasant, then you turn up a track. My goodness, it was steep.  Up and up it went, then branched left (past a little sales hut with an honesty box that some lout has trashed – honestly, why would anyone do that?)  The path turned across a bracken-filled field, and kept climbing, eventually reaching the edge of woodland.  It took me an hour to do 1.8 miles, it was so steep. I stopped to eat an apple and admire the view.

Woodland above the A493

The peace was disturbed by the sound of machinery – I thought it was logging, but when I had scrambled down the steep slope off the peak, I saw that the track had been recently trimmed, so I guess it was that. In the clearing at the bottom were several men, ready to start path maintenance. 

At this point the trail joins the cycle route and continues on a stony track for several miles, then a bit of road into Felindre, which has a best-kept village award, but sadly the only community pub/cafe was closed.  A few yards further on, the path goes into the Macdonald Leisure Centre – it looked like a community of sheltered housing, but presumably is a holiday destination, as there is a pool and leisure centre.  It said open to non-residents, so I went in to have a coffee.  I went to reception and asked the girl behind the desk for coffee.  She was apologetic – it was her first day and she did not know how to use the machine.  The others were on their break. At that point, another staff member arrived.  She thought the coffee machine needed to be cleaned first, but did not know how to do it.  She called the other two staff members from their break – none of them knew how to use it – it seem a bit limiting to have four people, none of whom can use the coffee machine in a leisure club.  One offered to make me a cup of instant, but I declined with thanks.

The path then ran out the back of the club along a grassy track, into woodland, and eventually across a sheepfield where I met two Scottish women who’d come over the top from Tywyn and were making for Machynlleth – definitely a harder route.  The track then dropped down across the main road again onto a side road that climbed and climbed, before turning into a long track across the hillside. It is called the Panorama Track, and no prizes for guessing why – the whole of the Dyfi estuary could be seen, with the mountains to the south, and the Cader Idris range to the north, then out to the west, the sea was gleaming in the distance.  It was a long walk, but absolutely wonderful. Definitely some of the best views of the entire walk so far although because the sun was not bright, the photos don’t do it justice. 

The Dyfi Estuary

Eventually, the track turned off through a couple of fields – one so steep and ploughed up from cattle that it was a struggle to walk – my knees were definitely fed up by this point. 

I got into Aberdyfi just after four – meaning I had done 11.2 miles in six hours, including several stops to admire the view. Good timing considering how steep parts were.  I asked advice on a cafe and was directed to one that apparently was excellent, but I had no opportunity to test it as they were not serving between 4 and 5.  The next one, too was closed.  Seriously – in holiday season in a beach side town, why would you close your cafe at 4pm?  What British person doesn’t want a cup of tea at 4pm?  Fortunately, I found another place that had a little more sense as to what might be a good way to run a catering business and had a very good cherry blondie.  11.6 miles back to the car and another Gold day.

Day 135 Borth to Ffwrnais 5 July 2023

Day 135 Borth to Ffwrnais 5 July 2023

We enjoyed our lunch so much yesterday that we decided to go back to the deli to pick up some cheese to take home, and a sandwich for the route. We left my car at Ffwrnais, and drove into Aberystwyth.  We were waylaid by a lovely little boutique where I was able to indulge my passion for scarves, whilst Jane fed her mania for belts.  While we were inside there was a sudden downpour, but that was all the rain we saw for the day. We went to the deli and I got some lovely Manchego with truffle and some Abaty Glas, which is a blue cheese made locally. It seemed only polite to have a coffee and I squeezed a chocolate croissant in as well.  Fully stuffed, we drove to Borth to drop Jane’s car. The walk along the south side of the Dyfi Estuary is flat and pleasant, but not exciting. It is over marshland for about 3 and a half miles.

Marshland near Borth.

The air was still and heavy, very humid. Lot of butterflies everywhere, and dragonflies too. We saw a couple of kites, but no osprey. 

The track hits the A487 at Tre Taliesin – a place where lead and tin have been mined since Roman times.  Along the main road, then a detour through the little settlement of Cletwr where there is a community centre with cafe, farm shop, gallery and book exchange. Another coffee seemed in order to support the local economy.

Historic mining

Immediately after the village the path climbs up into woodland.  It was a steady climb, moderately steep, with mainly larch plantation, but signs of re-naturalisation of broad-leaved species.  We met a walker coming towards us and I stopped to chat – he is also walking round the whole coast but is coming the opposite way. He started in the Lake District. He was extolling the virtues of the Llyn Peninsula, which I will probably reach on my next leg.  Once at the top, we sat down in a field to admire the view.  We soon heard the roar of a trail bike zooming towards us. Presumably the farmer was checking that we were not bothering his sheep or setting a fire.  He seemed reassured by the site of two harmless women, but recommended we move to the next field for the best view.  He was right – from the next field we could see right across the estuary to the walk I’ll  be doing tomorrow.

View over the Dyfi estuary from the south.

We had one slightly tricky path finding moment, but other than that, all was well.  We had completed our 7.5 miles by about 5.30.  I whisked Jane back to Borth, and she drove home, whilst I came back here to my little AirBandB.  I’ve just been to the co-op for food – two pub dinners in a row is enough stodge for a while.

A gold day.

Day 132 Cei Newydd/Newquay to Aberaeron 27 Oct 2022

Day 132 Cei Newydd/Newquay to Aberaeron 27 Oct 2022

Today was definitely not one of my best – in fact, it was only a Tin day. I had planned to drive to Aberaeron and get the 10.46 bus back to Cei Newydd. On double checking over an excellent meal last night, I found that the Saturday buses are at 9.51 or 11.51. I decided to go for former although I was a bit worried about making it as breakfast is not served here until 8.30 and obviously, I am quite unable to function without my breakfast!  Once I got to the actual bus stop, I found yet another timetable which said 9.47. Fortunately, I had 3 mins to spare, despite having to run back to the car for my walking poles.

The weather was miserable although it was not actually raining when I started out. I got down to the shore to discover that the tide was high and that I couldn’t go along the main path which crosses the beach.

High tide at Cei Newydd/Newquay. The path is completely covered. © Melita Thomas

An older lady helped me. She was clearly a native Welsh speaker as a couple of times she said it in Welsh then repeated it in English. Fortunately my Welsh was up to the challenge. She told me how to get through the town to the higher path.  I followed directions satisfactorily but it was hard under foot, marching along a B road. The lady had told me that you turned at a junction for the alternative high tide route but the only tiny junction I passed was not way marked and seemed different from the map. I carried on, thinking it all very strange, and eventually found myself on the main A487. I had a vile walk for at least another 2.5 miles on the road, with traffic roaring past, a pavement that came and went, and pouring rain.  I turned off down a side road to pick up path by the shore.

A side road – dull, but better than the A487. © Melita Thomas

It was all very dull, although the rain had eased. I then had the pleasure of walking through a field of cows. I checked the map to see if there was an alternative route, but that would have taken me back onto the A road, which was not a good plan. Fortunately, the cows were docile. They watched me, but did not move. At last, I reached the shore and walked for a couple of miles along the cliff path, where I saw what I think was a stonechat sitting on a bush looking as though he had been painted on. 

Highlight of the day – a stonechat. © Melita Thomas

The water was very grey, but also very calm. Just at the end of the path there was a muddy slide down to the beach, so I was filthy when I got to the car, having covered 9 miles.  I once thought of moving to Aberaeron, but I’m glad I didn’t. There are some lovely houses but the beach is all pebbles, and the town is a bit  ‘kiss me quick’.  I arrived home to find the cat had been sick all over the bed to punish me for my absence.

Day 131 Llangrannog to Cei Newydd 26 Oct 2022

Day 131 Llangrannog to Cei Newydd 26 Oct 2022

We didn’t manage to start at 10 am as planned, but had a leisurely breakfast in our fabulous hotel and admired the gardens before setting out – I really can’t recommend it enough. 

Castell Ceredigion/Cardigan Castle hotel gardens © Melita Thomas

We wound our way down the twisty lane to Llangrannog again, back past the Cofiwych Dryweryn sign then went along the narrowish bay before climbing up a very steep hill onto the cliff top. 

Cofiwch Dryweryn yn Llangrannog © Melita Thomas

There was a good deal of up and down all day. The weather was absolutely superb and we walked in T-shirts all the way in golden sunshine, with the bracken glowing orange on the hillsides.  Sadly, we still weren’t lucky enough to see any dolphins or seals on the very calm seas. 

Climbing the hill out of Cei Newydd/New Quay © Melita Thomas

Nor could we see the Llyn Peninsula, which apparently is lucky, as if you can see it, it is a harbinger of rain.  Looking back, we could see Y Mwnt disappearing into the distance.  We went down another steep hill into a little place called Cwmtydu for a coffee, then there was another series of ups and downs into Cei Newydd.   It was a lovely, uneventful day of glorious weather and scenery, covering a comfortable 8.8 miles. Definitely a gold day!

Day 130 Y Mwnt to Llangrannog 25 October 2022

Day 130 Y Mwnt to Llangrannog 25 October 2022

View looking back to Y Mwnt and the church of the Holy Cross. © Melita Thomas

We spent half an hour or so looking round Aberteifi, buying non-essential items, including an atmospheric black and white post card of the lovely church at Y Mwnt. We then drove to Llangrannog to leave one car The car park is down a very steep road, narrow road – the kind where you are constantly praying that nothing comes in the opposite direction. We then returned to Y Mwnt.  The weather was mixed – low cloud and soft air for most of the day, cheering up to a much clearer eventing. The day was uneventful – a few steep ups and downs as Y Mwnt receded into the distance. Disappointingly, the only dolphin we saw was this one…

We stopped for tea and cake at Aberporth, leaving the path to walk up into the village.  Back on the route, we could see as far as Aberystwyth – a definite feeling of progress.  Over a few more ups and downs and into some woodland: the lichens and the ferns suggesting that it might be a bit of the elusive temperate rain forest that it hanging on in the West of Britain. 

St Crannog, by Sebastien Boyesen. © Melita Thomas

We came into Llangrannog just as it was getting dark. It is a traditional seaside village, which often hosts adventure trips for school children, as the harbour is safe and ideal for learning water sports. There were still people fishing on the beach as we arrived, passing the statue of St Crannog, cast by local bronze sculptor, Sebastien Boyesen, and erected in memory of the sixth century saint who preached the Gospel here. 

We had an excellent supper in the Pentre Arms pub, then toiled up the hill back to the car park.  It was very dark, and the route was a bit confusing, but we found it eventually. 

11.4 miles, including walking back to the car and yet another Gold day.  

Day 128 – Trewyddel/Moylegrove to Poppit Sands 23 Oct 2022

Day 128 – Trewyddel/Moylegrove to Poppit Sands 23 Oct 2022

I had a lovely drive through the autumn morning, stopping for a very nice piece of orange drizzle cake at Llanddymyfri.  I saw Jane come up behind me, but apparently she followed me for 30 miles without realising it, even though I waved frantically out of the car window at her – I hope she’s a bit more attentive to other activity on the road! After a not very brief and totally unnecessary detour through Aberteifi/Cardigan, we stopped for a quick lunch in the nice little café at Poppet Sands, then took Jane’s car to Trewyddel/Moylegrove. It was a rather steep and twisty route. We then walked up through the woods where Rachel and I had stumbled in the dark last year – they looked very different in daylight, and approached from the opposite direction – definitely less spooky. The weather was changeable, but stayed pretty dry. The views were excellent, but sadly there were no seals or dolphins.

Hitting the coast near Trewyddel/Moylegrove

We had a straightforward walk, with some excellent views and superb autumn colours.

Autumn colours

We got back about 5pm and walked along the lovely beach at Poppit Sands.  We sat down against a rock, and were just thinking we should turn back when it poured, so we got very wet in the last five minutes, nevertheless, an excellent day.

I have now finished the Pembrokeshire Coast Path – utterly magical from start to finish.

We are staying in the Castle in the town – it is absolutely excellent – can’t recommend highly enough. The room is spacious and airy, and the staff are lovely.  We are on tenterhooks as Jane and her partner are hoping to hear that the offer they have made on a house has been accepted.

Just had a good curry not far from the hotel – although it was BYO, which we did not realise. Jane stepped swiftly into the breach and nipped to the Spar for some red.

A mere 6.2 miles to get my legs in and another gold day.

Day 127 Pwll Gwaelod to Trewyddel 2 August 2021

Day 127 Pwll Gwaelod to Trewyddel 2 August 2021

After the bus problems of yesterday the itinerary is shot. We parked at Trewyddel/Moylegrove and waited for the Poppet Rocket bus, which I’m glad to say appeared on time. In a slight vindictation of yesterday, the card reader wouldn’t work, so we ended up travelling for free. Although the bus does go to Pwll Gwaelod, only on its return from Abergwaun so we elected to jump off at Dinas Cross and walk down. We were rewarded by a lovely little gallery and cafe, where we had coffee and Welsh cakes and I bought a post card. I don’t generally buy souvenirs since I am waging a never-ending war on the creeping tide of stuff, but it was pretty.

Setting out from Dinas Cross. Excellent Welsh cakes


Having been disappointed last night that the cats we were busy naming had been reserved, I had enquired about others and was delight to get a call a mile or so in about them. After three long conversations the deal was done and I pick up Lulu (will definitely have to rename her!) and Teddy on Friday.

Cofiwich Dryweryn!

At the farthest point of Dinas Head, is the trig point, painted with the slogan ‘Cofiwch Dryweryn’ a reference to the outrageous drowning of the village of Tryweryn in Gwynedd by Liverpool Council in 1965 to create a reservoir to supply the city.  

Just after Dinas Head, we came to a place called Cwm-yr-Eglwys, where it is easy to see how the coast has changed. The ruins of the old church are almost on the beach.  It was a busy place, with lots of badly behaved children, and well-behaved dogs, as well as vice-versa.

Cwm-yr-Eglwys

We arrived at Newport about 2.45 and walked up from the beach to the town, but at that time of the day, there was no food available, so we picked up a snack in Spar, then had an excellent ice cream.

It was a long walk in the afternoon. The weather was fantastic but we saw only one seal and none of the promised dolphins or porpoises.

Close to the end, we were pretty tired, but the scenery around Pwll y Wrach/Witches’ Cauldron was absolutely spectacular. 

There was then a final walk down the river valley, rapidly getting darker, till it was almost night. There was nowhere to eat again, so another emergency trip to Spar was needed.

Above Pwll-y-Wrach

16 miles in total, and the view if nothing else, made it a Gold day.

Day 126 – Abergwaun to Pwll Gwaelod 1st August 2021

Day 126 – Abergwaun to Pwll Gwaelod 1st August 2021

Today was a logistical failure. I had carefully, or so I thought, checked the bus timetable from Trefdraeth/Newport and decided that the 11.25 bus would be fine. We got to the bus stop at about 10.45 and glancing at the timetable were disappointed to see that we had missed one at 10.25. We decided to walk around the little village, and found a café after talking to nice woman with a cat. Cats are on my mind, as last night Rachel was encouraging me to look on the Cats’ Protection League cat homing page and so I submitted an enquiry for a sibling pair – one black and white, and one tabby and white. We got back to bus stop and amused ourselves with thinking of cat names.  We then looked at timetable and realised that the Sunday bus was 12.25. So back to the cafe for another coffee and a cat name discussion. Chairman Miaow, Franz Katka, and Advocat are strong favourites, along with Bramble and basil, Treacle and Pudding, and Rasputin.

The Monthly Tutor’s Cottage, Abergwaun

12.25 came and went. No bus. After 15 minutes, I looked on line and it appeared that there are no Sunday buses, despite timetable. We decided to drive back to Fishguard, walk out and then back again. The route was pleasant, down a steep hill to the lower town, past the charmingly named ‘The Monthly Tutor’s Cottage’, then up past the harbour to the old fort at the headland where we took turns to pose on a canon.

Looking fab on a canon!

It was overcast. We met a man with an enormous pack that made us glad to be travelling light. We passed through a campsite with lots of people, and got to the hill just above Pwll Gwaelod. It was getting late, and we were concerned about being back before dark. We had heard rumours that there were dolphins playing off the coast, but we did not see any. The sun came out at last, giving us lovely views – it’s always quite different covering the same ground in the opposite direction. Hopefully, the bus arrangements for tomorrow will work! Only 5 miles covered – my shortest day, so far, I think. A silver day today.

Day 124 – Porth Gain to Strumble Head 18 June 2021

Day 124 – Porth Gain to Strumble Head 18 June 2021

Marker on north-east cliff, Porth Gain.

I parked at Strumble Head Lighthouse and waited for ages for the taxi booked to collect me. He had asked me which carpark, and I said the one by the lighthouse, but no sign of anyone and no phone signal. Some kind people offered to phone when they got within signal, and eventually the taxi turned up. Apparently, there is a second car park, but I definitely said the one nearest. The journey to Porth Gain took ages, and then he sprang a large surcharge on me, claiming it was required by Pembrokeshire County Council.  At the time, I paid up, but thinking it over during the day, I think I’ve been scammed…oh well.

I’d planned to have breakfast at the Sloop Inn, but, rather than the juicy bacon bap I had been fantasising about, they only had pastries. Nice, but not the full-on breakfast I like to have before a walk. Today, although equally sunny, was much windier than yesterday – in fact, I couldn’t keep my hat on, despite it having attractive strings that set it off elegantly.  I had a clearer sight today of the marker beacons around Porth Gain, for directing shipping. The scenery was similar to yesterday afternoon, but the path was much quieter.  The first place of any note was Trefin, where there was once a mill, and the ruins and the little bridge over the millstream are very picturesque.

Ruins of mill at Trefin.

After Trefin, there is the lovely little port of Abercastell then Abermawr, another long beach, although this one is pebbly rather than sandy, then Aberbach. (Aber is the Welsh term for river mouth or estuary).

Abercastell.

On the whole the cliff tops seem to be getting flatter, with very steep craggy sides, and as I noted yesterday, there are few trees. Coastal erosion is very obvious along this stretch, with walls close to the cliff edge, and quite a few places where fencing dangles over a steep drop. Although today was shorter, it felt much longer, partly because, once I could see the lighthouse, I felt I should be getting close, but there were so many inlets to walk around that it often felt like it was getting further away.  I passed a few wild ponies, just before a slightly tricky scramble, which I fondly thought would bring me close to the end point, but when I reached the top, I discovered another whole headland to get around.

Cliff erosion.

Still lots of wonderful wildflowers, although not so many as yesterday.  As I tootled along, I was turning over in my mind the birds I had seen and regretting not having seen any choughs. Weirdly, I looked around, and there was a chough immediately in front of me. I can’t quite decide whether I had heard it (although I wouldn’t have expected to recognise its call) or had caught sight of it unconsciously and my brain then presented me with the idea of choughs. Or something more spooky. Sadly, thinking about winning the lottery has failed to present me with a winning ticket immediately thereafter so I should probably discount any supernatural powers of seeing the future.    

Chough.

The wind dropped off a bit, and altogether, it was another fabulous day, although by the end I was quite tired.  I finished off the holiday with fantastic fish and chips in Fishguard.

14 miles.

Gold

Day 123 – Porth Clais to Porth Gain 17 June 2021

Day 123 – Porth Clais to Porth Gain 17 June 2021

If I never have another day as good as today, it will all have been worth it. Today was definitely a diamond day. The view was spectacular, the weather was perfect, the public transport was punctual and the food I eventually had was excellent. My only concern is the nagging misery in my left knee, which kicked in this afternoon. Hopefully, a slug of ibuprofen tonight and in the morning will keep it under control.
I left the car at Porth Clais, which appears to be a busy little working port. The Strumble Shuttle took me from the end point into St David’s, and then the Celtic Coaster took me down to my starting point at a Porth Clais. Unfortunately, it had not crossed my mind to apply the time I had in St David’s yesterday to the useful purpose of buying provisions, hence, once again, I had no breakfast other than the handful of cashew nuts that remained. I was too early for the kiosk at Porth Clais, but had checked that there was a restaurant at Whitesands.

Ramsay Island, not, as I had thought, St David’s Head.

The west side of the steep valley at Porth Clais has ruins from what appeared to be industrial buildings of the 19th century possibly for exporting some sort of minerals or slate. I noticed in the rocks a fair bit of green suggesting copper, or perhaps green slate. There are also two whitewashed stone erections on either side of the harbour mouth, the one on the south-west side being like an obelisk whilst that on the north east is like an old fashioned sugar loaf. Presumably they are to guide shipping in. The path climbed immediately up to the cliff, and wound in and out of the various coves and inlets. I could see what I thought was st David’s head and then the path turned east, as expected, but the inlet seemed far too deep for St Justinians which was the first bay I was expecting. Eventually, it became clear that the whole long arm that I had taken to be a peninsula, was in fact Ramsey island. On the map, it is not shown in its proper place, but in a separate box and I had no idea that it was so close.

Busy St Justininian’s, with lifeboat.

St Justinians has the lifeboat, and also a brisk trade in island tours to Ramsey, Skomer and others. There was a boat load preparing as I arrived. I had a faint moment when I thought the thirty odd people were queuing for the coffee kiosk which was a site for sore eyes, but fortunately not. I listened to the guide. Apparently, there are some 40,000 breeding pairs of puffins on Puffin island. Ramsey used also to be full of them, but shipping run aground in the dangerous waters of the Sound, had brought rats to the island which had eaten all the eggs, and presumably the pufflings (my new favourite word) as well.  The rats have been eradicated now, but the puffins have not yet returned, although the guide said that the conservation body has planted decoys and played what she ever referred to as ‘puffin music’, but so far, although the birds have been seen in the water, they have not returned.

Whitesands Bay from the south-west

I went on to Whitesands which is a lovely beach, very popular with surfers. It is not exactly Manly, but I imagine in rough weather that the waves would be impressive. There was a café there,  but it had a long queue, and looked uninspiring so I decided not to bother – the double layer Victoria sponge at St Justinians had staved off the worst pangs. From Whitsands the path goes to St David’s Head, and then turns north-eastish, beginning the coast’s long stretch south of Cardigan bay. Not far past the headland, I coaught site of the flashing light of Strumble Head lighthouse – tomorrow’s destination.  The path was very busy, and I chatted to quite a few people. Beyond Whitesands, the scenery changed noticeably. Although the coast is still punctured by inlets, the rocks have changed, no more of the dark red stone visible near St Bride’s, or the sandstone along the stretch to Newgale; here it becomes slate and granite. Inland, too, the slopes are rolling moorland, with lumps of uneroded granite making peaks. I didn’t spot what made it feel so different until I heard someone on the path saying that the difference between north and south Pembrokeshire, is that in the former, there are very few trees, and thinking back over the day, that is true. I met a nice couple from Ross-on-Wye, not far from my new home and had a bit of a chat.

Seals between Whitesands and Abereiddy

The wildflowers were amazing. Although the daffodil is the national flower, I think a case could be made for foxgloves. They are everywhere, along with thrift, vetches of various sorts, ox eye daisies, lots of red campion and purple scabious. Even a few late patches of bluebells were clinging to the cliffs. I was lucky enough to see some seals, 5 or 6 of them playing in the waves. It is 7.6 miles from Whitesands to Abereiddy, another little surfing beach. I was tiring by now, especially as there was a long steep down and up just before. But from Abereiddy, once you have climbed up, the cliff top is very flat, until Porth Gain. The remnants of industry were easier to see here, I assume slate mining. Then there was a wicked slate staircase, more like a ladder down to the quay, just to aggravate my knees.

I had an excellent meal in the Sloop Inn. I believe the Ship is more famous but the Sloop was excellent.

17 miles

Diamond