Paul - who brings friendly nonsense (blur_kiwi) wrote,
Paul - who brings friendly nonsense

Summer holiday part six - Aberdovey and the coast

The three of us, Rebekka, my aunt and me - the driver - set off to cross Wales at just about its narrowest point to end up at the seaside resort of Aberdovey. First port of call was for a coffee in the little town of Machynlleth - please don't ask me how it should be pronounced, I only seem to make it end up sounding very rude. It claims to be the ancient capital of Wales, and who am I to dispute that?

It wasn't far from there to the coast and Aberdovey. Aberdovey is a very small former fishing village and little port that now feeds very successfully on tourism. It has dunes and golden sands that seem to go on forever, perfect for a sunny day like this one. Once we'd parked, we went our separate ways. My aunt to mooch around a few antique shops and Rebekka and me to walk the beach. As school children had gone back and were safely locked up in establishments where they belong, and while we didn't exactly have it to ourselves, there weren't that many people about. So we could stop and take photos, look for the art in every natural shape and just enjoy the tangy sea air, without anyone else bothering us.

We walked out and around the bend and soon the village with its guest houses clinging to the hillside was lost from view behind the grassy dunes. A couple of times we came across jellyfish washed up on the beach. They were massive, at least 30cm across, by far the largest I had seen. An occasional dog played chase with its owner, (or should that be the other way around?) kicking up the damp sand and splashing about in the surf. It was gorgeous.














After lunch in a pub, we headed around the coast to Fairbourne, where the road just sort of ran out and we found ourselves in a rough car park. While I was busy scratching my head for where to go and what to do next, there was a sudden hollow whistling sound and a tiny steam train came out of a tunnel beside us. It was the Fairbourne miniature railway, going backwards. We waved, slightly self-consciously, at the passengers, then got back in the car, retracing our route until we found our way away from the coast and back through beautiful countryside in the general direction of Welshpool.


Next time - the journey back to Somerset
Tags: rebekka, uk pics
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