Walking The Ceredigion Coastal Path 17

I recently began a walk along the Ceredigion Coastal Path which, as part of the Wales Coast Path, runs from Cardigan in the south over 60 miles to Ynyslas on the northern edge of the county. This is my diary of the event.

Wednesday 12th June 2019 16:30
Location: Camping on the Farm, Aberaeron
Distance: 3.82 miles

I’m back here again, we’re wending our way back out of Wales now and we are perhaps one of a handful of campers on the site. Today I ran up past Aberarth and back again, I didn’t cover any new ground but it was interesting to tread the path again. My belly was still full of chips from lunchtime and I’m not feeling 100% fit which was evident from how hard the run felt. This time last year I was chasing a 22 minute 5k, yet at last Saturday’s Park Run I only just scraped in under 26 minutes. The decline has come fast and I’m not sure what the primary causes are, too much Winter perhaps, not enough Spring.

The path was very much the same, along the back of the beach across a heavily pebbled beach and then up onto the grass and the ground rose perhaps ten feet with the beach and crashing waves below. A couple of times the path passed close to the edge where perhaps small landslides had stolen some of the path’s edge. Through Aberarth, where the stream now roared through under the footbridge heavy with the last few day’s rain and up onto the hillside where the sheep grazed. I ran through a field or two until I hit the 3k mark and turned round and ran back again. This time I could see the van in the field ahead and romped home knackered and happy.

I feel next time we’re up this way that a run to Llanrhystud would be a good way to start laying some of the demons of the walk to rest.

 


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Walking The Ceredigion Coastal Path 16

I recently began a walk along the Ceredigion Coastal Path which, as part of the Wales Coast Path, runs from Cardigan in the south over 60 miles to Ynyslas on the northern edge of the county. This is my diary of the event.

Tuesday 28th May 2019 18:51
Location: Pencraig Farm, Cwmpengraig
Distance: 39 miles

Well, that was a surprise. I had struck camp by 10:30 and was on the path to Llanrhystud, the first part is along the beach, large pebbles and fairly good going, then at Aberarth a quick detour off the path, through the village and onto grass. I stopped to chat to a walker heading to Tenby expecting to be there in a couple of weeks. He suggested the Morfa Bychan campsite for a place to stop for the night. I had already contemplated this as a possible stopping place midway between Llanrhystud and Aberystwyth. I figured this would put me in good stead for a final early assault on Aberystwyth before catching the bus back to Cardigan.

The path became a little more undulating now following the line of the sea on my left and the A470 on my right before flattening out into a field-edge path on the approach to Llanon. Here, about two miles in, it became apparent that the blister on my left foot was not going to hold up, that combined with the oncoming wet weather and the path fortuitously depositing me on the A470 in Llanon, led me to the snap decision to jump on the next bus to Cardigan. At that point a police car pulled alongside.

“Hello, can I ask you your name, sir?”
“Why”, I asked
“Your description fits a missing person”, came the reply.

Assured I wasn’t their missing person they moved off and I headed for the bus stop. The hour and a half it took to get back to Cardigan revised all of the major highlights of the trip so far. Aberaeron High Street, down through the winding streets of New Quay, past the turnoff for distant Cwm Tydu and through a much busier Aberporth than the one I passed though early the previous Saturday. We passed signs for Penbryn, Tresaith and Mwnt before dropping down into Cardigan, Aberteifi. Half an hour later I was on a bus to Newcastle Emelyn, Castell Newedd Emelyn, and back to my starting point at the bus stop outside the Livestock Market.

I hitched up my rucksack and began the long walk back to camp. On reaching Drefach Felindre, the 640 bus sped past. It continues from Newcastle Emelyn all the way to Drefach Felindre. The last three and a half miles hobble over the top of one of the steepest roads around had in fact been a needless exercise, other than to bring my mileage up to that had I made it to Llanrhystud. Lying here now, fed and showered, with throbbing feet, that’s one sacrifice I could have forsaken.

 


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Walking The Ceredigion Coastal Path 15

I recently began a walk along the Ceredigion Coastal Path which, as part of the Wales Coast Path, runs from Cardigan in the south over 60 miles to Ynyslas on the northern edge of the county. This is my diary of the event.

Tuesday 28th May 2019
Location: Camping on the Farm, Aberaeron

06:19
It’s cold, the wind has been blowing 20mph all night, rain too. The rain has stopped now although it may return for a bit later, then it should dry out for the rest of the day. That’s my window to hit the trail for Llanrhystud. I was cold in the night, I finally ended up fully clothed, woolly hat, in my sleeping bag, in my bivvi bag with all the drawstrings pulled tight to cut out the wind. At one point I thought the tent had collapsed on me before remembering I was in the bivvi and reorienting my sight out of the hole to see the tent was still up.

The sea here is a constant white noise, the waves don’t crash and there’s no way to get below the sound waves. Up on the headlands it’s easy to duck below a dip or a hedgerow and the wind and wave noise just disappears. Here at sea level both are constant. The similarity of the noise of the sea has to traffic noise on a nearby motorway is uncanny.

The water has boiled now and a cup of tea is ready. I had pondered how to bring milk for my tea on this walk, in the end opting for none. I’ve got used to drinking black tea now, its taste is a little more tart than it’s milky relation but eminently drinkable.

My dreams have slipped away from me again leaving fragments, a bus journey in stormy weather up through the Scottish Highlands, although the bus interior is more panelled like a vintage train carriage and the driver leaves the wheel to come back to check tickets. I go forward to find the bus climbing its way up a steep track following the road as it bears in a right hand curve with the rain coming down and hedgerows looming above us. A car coming in the opposite direction passes us easily, wipers and lights on in the stormy night.

08:53
The forecast’s changed, the last bit of rain is not going to come in. The temperature has warmed up now, I’ve spent the last couple of hours in my sleeping bag with the addition of my coat and I’ve now eaten breakfast and shed my coat. Things are looking up. Next plan of action is to head into town, get a sandwich for lunch and some soya yoghurt for breakfast for the next couple of days, then head back here and strike camp. One great advantage of plant based dairy alternatives is that they don’t go off in the same way the real stuff does when left at room or outside temperature. That has been a lifesaver for my morning yoghurt and muesli routine.

 


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Walking The Ceredigion Coastal Path 14

I recently began a walk along the Ceredigion Coastal Path which, as part of the Wales Coast Path, runs from Cardigan in the south over 60 miles to Ynyslas on the northern edge of the county. This is my diary of the event. 

Monday 27th May 2019
Location: Camping on the Farm, Aberaeron
Mileage: At rest

07:05
It’s Bank Holiday Monday and the wind has been blowing a gale for most of the night. My blisters aren’t throbbing, but then I haven’t walked on them yet today, I’ll be finding out soon enough after I’ve drunk this cup of tea. This morning I’m feeling more confident in continuing the walk, it’s only a short 7 mile walk to Llanrhystud and I know I can camp there at the caravan park on the beach. From there it’s ten miles to Aberystwyth so I’m going to have to charge my phone to research places to stop, and once I’m there it’s another ten miles to Borth. Somewhere along the way is the sunken prehistoric forest. All of this is dependant on the magic of Compeed plasters, a good pair of nail scissors and the rain holding off. And that’s all I have this morning, some facts about the weather and the walk.
When I started writing this account it was supposed to be in two parts each day, I felt the evening could be spent writing up the facts of the day and the morning would be a free-thinking randomness. I found that the days passed by in a blur or visual treats that were then impossible to remember in any sense of order, which stretch of path or even which day they had happened. I saw shags flying down the coast, oystercatchers like blackbirds with red beaks and red legs. Little sparrow-like birds that might have been hedge sparrows and a chaffinch. Crows and red kites. Yesterday, in the rain, the slugs and snails came out, the slow worm and a few rabbits. No larger mammals other than domesticated ones, not including the dolphins and the seals in the bay of course. The way the flora changes from grass and arable fields to gorse and blackthorn, foxgloves and the occasional scent of frankincense in the air. Paths cut into the side of the cliffs which felt really safe and wide and then other paths up from coves and around them that felt a little scary with the wind blowing and my waterproofs billowing like sails.
Out on the path I only saw a handful of other people hurrying in the other direction, all on day walks, New Quay to Cardigan, Aberaeron to New Quay and the like, going to catch the Coast Hopper bus back to their starting point.

12:50
So I found a power source in the toilet block and lurked around for fifteen minutes or so to get a 25% charge. I’ll go and lurk again a bit later to push this up a bit more. I’ve been to town, got some supplies, lunch and plasters for my blisters and i’m feeling much better. Walking thirty miles on three portions of muesli, Huel and two cans of vegetable curry left me feeling a little low on energy, but now ideas are forming.
I know there is a campsite in Llanrhystud, seven miles away, and another maybe halfway from there to Aberystwyth, so how could I best utilise some good camping and the coast bus to make this a bit easier? Certainly I could pack all the gear up and take it to Llanrhystud. The concern is the rain, there will be some tonight but then it should be clear tomorrow. This would give me a leisurely walk to Llanrhystud and the possibility of pushing on to Morfa Bychan Caravan Park, but that would be a fifteen mile walk, the longest yet, with these feet, the pack and the risk of rain. The alternative then is staying at Llanrhystud for the night but it is forecast to rain a lot on the next day (Wednesday) leaving me stranded there. Thursday would then be a walk into Aberystwyth but with nowhere to stay, so I’d have to end it there unless the weather changes.

Plan
Dydd Llun – Aberaeron
Dydd Mawrth – Llanrhystud and camp
Dydd Mercher – Rained in
Dydd Iau – Aberystwyth and bus back to Llanrhystud
Dydd Gwener – Bus to Cardigan and back to Newcastle Evelyn

16:35
Sitting in my tent, the wind is gusting outside, a couple of gusts have blown the side of the tent in, bending the poles but the pegs are holding fast. I’m expecting the rain soon. All this sitting around means I’ve eaten early, early breakfast so hungry for an early lunch and so hungry for an early tea. Now the long wait until bedtime.
I went to the bookstore earlier in anticipation of all this waiting. I had one shot, something engaging, normal sized, something disposable in case it gets wet or left behind, not one of those vintage hardbacks I prefer at the moment. I left the store with a copy of the Lampeter Grapevine local magazine. I’ve read it twice and even made a start on the ‘Prize Local Knowledge / Cryptic’ crossword. I think I’m doing ok. Now I’m waiting for the rain. So my plan now is to strike camp here at maybe 11am and make my way the seven miles to Llanrhystud and make camp, then wait and see what the weather does. Walk to Aberystwyth and bus back to camp sounds appealing even if it means missing out on the last ten miles to North this time. Alternatively a nice B&B in Aberystwyth might be a possibility. A real bed and an en-suite bathroom. Alternatively I could bank the ten miles I would have used to get to North and use them to help me get back to Cwmpengraig from Newcastle Evelyn. So many possibilities all dependant firstly on how my feet and boots hold up and also intrinsically linked to how the weather holds up.
Clue – ’Service offered by Nick H of Lampeter 7-4-4’, let’s have another read of the magazine.

17:15
The wind continues to gust and the rain comes. I pull on my woolly hat and dig down into my sleeping bag. I was just about to head out and watch the sea but I contemplate this whole process for a moment. There is no peril here, at anytime I can say “forget it”, and just grab a taxi anywhere, and just become the mystery of the abandoned tent. Or I could stow everything away neatly and just junk the heavy tent and grab a bus back to base, or to a B&B or if I had my passport then Spain, Benidorm perhaps. But isn’t that the essence of this? We don’t do it because it is easy, we don’t even do it because we have to unlike Bilbo or Frodo Baggins or David Balfour from Kidnapped. It’s not even hard but we do it for the future us that can say we did it.
Private Hire Taxi by the way, Nick H of Lampeter.

 


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