After a couple of very big days of seeing cool and lovely stuff, we had a quieter day (partly because it involved a bit of driving). To start we spent a lovely morning in Aberystwyth wandering the streets and taking a funicular up Constitution Hill.
I have a soft spot for funiculars, which isn’t surprising to anyone who knows I like trams and trains I guess, but this one was awesome for how steep it was! And it creaked. A lot.
Steep! And as it was the first trip of the day, they were taking veg up to the cafe at the top.
This was the view coming back down that shows the steepness even better
That is Aberystwyth from the hill ,and if you look hard you can see the war memorial on the point of the bay…
I love how the hill rolls right to the water!
On top of Constitution Hill was a bit of family fun area where you could buy special icecream for your dog (not the only place in Wales we saw this) and play Frisbee golf. This was my first exposure to the idea of Frisbee golf… apparently I don’t get out enough!
Next up we went to Borth almost on a whim, not knowing whether it was worth the trip (it was actually in the wrong direction for the day’s travel) and it ended up being soooo worth it! Why? A petrified forest that was covered by the ocean centuries ago which now, at low tide, is visible on the beach.
Everywhere you looked there were tree stumps! Most had seaweed topping them so any spot of green was a tree…
The wood was so perfectly preserved with all its rings and textures
This Welsh slate (of course!) sculpture relates to the legend of Cantre’r Gwaelod, a kingdom lost to the ocean when it’s rich and complacent people forgot to keep an eye on the sea. Through the hole at the top, where the little bell is, you can see the ocean and the forest on Borth beach. You ring the bell to remember those lost at sea.
After a little time travel at Borth, we drove to the pretty town of Aberaeron for lunch and stopped briefly in Old Fishguard Harbour.
Aberaeron with its multicoloured houses (a bit of a thing along this stretch of the coast)!
We then reached our next home-for-a-night at St Davids, which is a fascinating place for being so very, very tiny and yet having the most enormous and lovely cathedral!
This cathedral is the resting place of the patron saint of Wales – St David, or Dewi Sant in Welsh – and it is possibly my favourite church in the UK for reasons I’ll get into in my next post.
St Davids is a lovely place with lots of stone buildings and a 14thC cross, but I started to get horror film vibes when we passed the Farmers Arms…
Is it just me, or is that sign a wee bit creepy?