Llangrannog to Mwnt – Wales Coast Path

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August so it must be raining. We met with some heavy showers on this stretch. It isn’t the getting wet that is bothersome, it’s the path turning into a muddy treacle mess.

The bracken is tall at this time of year and droops over the path in the rain. You can’t see where to plant your feet. Lucy also spotted a snake on this stretch, and with the summer adder warnings in place, we are cautious

That said, this is a very pretty stretch of coastline, if you ignore the very obvious MOD security fence in Aberporth.

In Llangrannog we swiftly climbed from the beachfront to the statue of St. Carannog who founded the first church here somewhere between 480AD and 520AD.  He was the grandson of Ceredig whose name has been taken for this region – Ceredigion.

We touched the statue for luck, we followed the cliff path, before heading through fields. With Pen y Bryn beach in our sights, the heavens opened. We scurried onwards to the little tea Room called The Plwmp Tart along with other crazy outdoor bikers and walkers.

The downpour soon stopped and we made our way into the small woodland across the car park, we clambered up some steep steps. We were about to leave the woodland, when it rained again!

We stayed under the trees for sometime before we headed for Tresaith.  Marvelling at a rainbow rising and falling into the sea.

The heathers are now adding colour to our journey, a brilliant purple carpet. For foragers, the hazel nut shells are hardening, the blackberries are ripening, the elder flowers have turned to berries and will soon be ready for that winter cold cure! So many rich pickings.

Stopping for a delicious lunch at The Ship in Tresaith, we comment on how great it is that so many of our food experiences on the coast, have included local Welsh produce. Such a vast improvement on previous years.

Quite steep descent and ascent at Tresaith leading to a pleasant walk to Aberporth. We passed a couple of converted railway carriages. I remembered a cozy stay in “Wendy” one of the conversions.

Ceredigion’s path signage may be a bit quirky, but I take my hat off to them for their public art. A skeleton ship at the entrance to the beach at Aberporth catches our eye – engraved in the stones are local ships lost at sea.

Crossing the beach, accessing the road past yet another Ship pub, we climb the seemingly never ending Rhiw y Rofft..

We arrive, breathless at the perimeter fence for the MOD. Skirting around the outskirts, we eventually turn right and then left across fields, then through woodland. A series of footbridges follow.

At Pencestyll we see warning signs for “non ionising radiation “. I am not sure what it meant but we hurry through the kissing gates, passing the military instillation on the hill towards our final stop Mwnt, with its little white chapel nestling at the base of Foel y Mwnt.

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