Our journey round tourist Wales progressed five miles inland to the farming village of Llanarth, whose immaculate caravan park was conveniently placed 2 miles from civilisation. Lovers of the Fens (seemingly anyone but me) would enjoy the calm. You could see the sea from one spot on top of the toilet block. The main activity of the other holidaymakers seemed to be dog-walking and TV watching.
Llanarth itself contained the inevitable closed Bethel churches (two tiny ones opposite each other), a Premier shop with overpriced lout, and the classic stone local.
QUIZ TIME – What beer did it have on ?
Actually, what beer was on the turned-around pump clip. I made a Sharp exit.
Plenty of choice in Aberystwyth, only our second visit to what felt like Llandudno with cheaper parking. Not as sandy but a very gorgeous bay and top quality walking up Constitution Hill. The string of small hotels near North Beach included the rather smart Glengower, whose bay windows gave views justifying £1.80 a half of Mantle (NBSS 3.5)
It’s the sort of place you get in Lytham/St Annes, where you can excuse a slightly airier style of pub as the light floods onto your posing table. Other views on that are available of course.
I have exciting things to say about the town Wetherspoons but am awaiting legal counsel before I post those.
The rambling streets around the rambling castle are a delight, and helpfully I was able to lose Mrs RM just long enough for one more assignment.
No trip to Aber would be complete without a half in the Ship & Castle, the classic all-day boozer in town.
Straight out of the Ramsey, Isle of Man school of coastal pubs, it perhaps had a slightly more workmanlike beer selection than before, but that suits me fine. The Hafod Sunshine (I think) was cool and tasty (NBSS 3.5), the pub calm and chatty. Still Aber’s best.