Before you arrive there, goggle-eyed at all there is to see, you might assume that Aberystwyth is a small and standard seaside town. Not so, Aberystwyth camping peeps. We could spend weeks on this stretch of Ceredigion coast if the work gods were favourable, and indeedly are plotting summer truant at Aberystwyth campsites as we type.
This is another seaside resort that the Victorian hoi-polloi flocked to in summer, and has been a major Welsh tourist destination since the times of all things Vicky: if we were there right now (sob), we’d first up take the Aberystwyth Cliff Railway to the top of Constitution Hill for a goggle-eyed gape at Cardigan Bay laid out below. A promenade along the 2000-metre seafront would probably follow, and then perchance a day among the five million tomes at the National Library of Wales?
Another excellent option from Aberystwyth is the Vale of Rheidol Railway, puffing gently along the 12 miles to the gushing waterfalls at Devil’s Bridge via further spectacular scenery among the Cambrian mountains. Or the Penglais Nature Park, Aberystwyth Arts Centre and theatre, and ambles around Cardigan Bay and the rest of the Ceredigion coast… we shall see you, furtively, there.
