The coast north of town, where we had driven that afternoon.
Interesting sea serpent benches
A discarded pair of jeans left us wondering about the story behind them--who left them, and why?
The castle above beckoned but after our long day we were tired and resisted its call.
Tile panels in alcove seats told the story of the city and the castle. We saw other such seats, a place for people to just sit and watch the water, out of the weather.
These steep, winding stairs led down to the water but we didn't try that either! The tide was just coming in so there were some very slippery rocks down below.
A plaque commemorating the completion of the sea wall and walkway in 1903. What a job that must have been! The work could surely only have been done while the tide was out?
Who is that on the castle?
Just one lonely seagull, keeping watch.
Little boys doing what little boys do, throwing rocks in the water. Always makes me smile. Children haven't really changed much in many ways, have they?
Slowly old Sol began to sink...
This photo was taken with my camera,
As we made our way back to the car, we spotted these chairs in a circle, a work of sculpture made to be used.
This graffiti on a wall along the walkway was another stop and ponder moment. I felt some of that myself.
"Don't cry for me, Aberystwyth." We were on our way again in the morning, this time driving away from the sea and over the moors to Merthyr Tydfil.
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