One of the many nice things about where we stayed in Wales, was that it wasn’t far from the seaside.
In this case Aberaeron
, where the brightly painted houses remind me of harbour towns in Scotland.
The old harbourmaster’s house was particularly fine.
There were some nice boats in the marina…
…and I really admired the chutzpah of calling such a small boat ‘The African Queen’.
I think some thespians must live here.
The day we visited a special horse festival was going on (which made it very difficult to park).
I’m not sure how much the donkeys enjoyed it.
The ruins of Strata Florida Abbey are in a beautiful spot, in a fold between the hills.
The name means valley of the flowers…
…and it must have been magnificent.
Now there’s not much left…
…(although, philistine that I am, these tiles made me ponder how I’d like the floor if we ever have our kitchen sorted…)
…but ghosts of memories.
Here is somewhere I’d like to go again – Cors Caron.
There’s a boardwalk across the peat bog – you leave your bikes here, on these rather nifty bike racks.
Stop to admire the carvings on the gateway…
…then plunge into the bog.
Sadly, I wasn’t feeling very well, so we had to truncate our walk.
Never mind…it’ll wait.