94. Parcllyn – Aberteifi (Cardigan)
Distance: 12.05 miles
Max Altitude: 119 m
Min Altitude: 4 m
Height Gain: 348 m
Height Loss: 460 m
Two days of respite with Chris and Richard had done me the power of good. To have a roof over my head, running water and good conversation was just wonderful. My feet were still in a bit of a state but the rest had seen them improve.
I set off from where I had left the Wales Coast Path, just outside Aberporth in Parcllyn. I was outside the Qinetq site, which I had to circumnavigate in order to get back to the coast. I was back on familiar territory.
As I made it back to the cliff, I met a rambler who told me a bit about the particular cove we were standing over, Traeth y Gwyrddon. There had been a shipwreck, a suicide and plenty of drama in this very tiny part of the world. We spotted something moving below, something black.
It was a seal pup flumping its way up the sand and into a cave. I had seen a few with their heads bobbing above the water but none moving across sand. If only I had a proper camera with a long lens, but alas, I had to make do with my phone as always.
We said our goodbyes and on I went. It wasn’t particularly hot, nor was it sunny but the humidity was high. Fortunately there was a light breeze.
‘Oh no’, I thought, when I turned a corner.
I was glad of the light breeze when I got to the top of those, I can tell you. I was also glad when I could see Mwnt in the distance; Moel y Fwnt was the hump above it.
In no time I arrived at the tiny church beside the beach, Eglwys y Grog.
Despite the numerous times I’d been to Mwnt with my family I had never been inside the church, so I had a quick look.
Some poor person had left their glasses. There they were, perched on a wall looking out at the coast, waiting for their owner to reclaim them.
The beach brought back many happy memories. It was always a bit of a treat to go to Mwnt as it was a longer trek to get there than some of the other beaches further north, like Aberporth or Cei Newydd. What I remember more than anything about Mwnt is the sand; always golden, always perfect.
Even in blustery or stormy conditions, Mwnt has a certain majesty about it. It was time to push on.
The waymarks were not clear after I had said farewell to Mwnt. I followed a path up a hill which then pointed me to the bottom of a field. I went through a kissing gate and then saw this little fellow.
Ynys Aberteifi was a prominent feature but it was hard to photograph due to the position of the sun. I got one in the end though.
Rounding the headland I arrived at Gwbert.
I journeyed up the Teifi estuary towards Aberteifi. This is a river that occupies a prominent position in my life. My grandparents lived beside it, my father fished it for decades and my aunt is even named after it. Never had I walked beside it here though. A special moment in my lifetime.
Across the water was Poppit Sands and the Pembrokeshire Coast Path. Soon I would be hiking along its well trodden tracks.
The sun was setting as I arrived in Aberteifi. It would not be long before I’d have to bid farewell to Ceredigion as I embarked on the rest of my journey home.
5 thoughts on “94. Parcllyn – Aberteifi (Cardigan)”
💜💜💜 just beautiful. I love that stretch of coastline. We used to stay at a cottage near Mwnt when we wanted to escape stress for a few days. Hope you didnt over do things with your feet xx
Perfect Mwnt! Xx
Keep going, love reading your adventures and especially along the Ceredigion coast. You have given me more spots to visit xx
Thanks Zoe X
I need to come see this stunning coastline. Glad you managed to recharge