I’m writing this in bed just after 8.30pm which should indicate how I’m feeling tonight. I finally hit a brick wall this evening after seeing a lot of sights this week.

This morning I went to explore the intriguingly named Trellyffaint (literally Toadstown) where there’s supposed to be a very impressive Dolmen (not to be confused with dolphin). Well I couldn’t find it, even after an elderly couple stopped their car to ask if I needed help. They were local and they were unfamiliar with it.

I decided to move on to another burial ground called Carreg Coetan near Newport. It was much smaller than Pentre Ifan but somehow more special.

And before you worry that I’ve got a thing about burial grounds, I’ve ticked them off my list. For now…

I parked on a small bridge near a nature reserve not far from the sea.

I went for a walk – there was a lovely tree canopied footpath with streams and wild garlic borders

which led to the coastal village of Parrog (not 🦜) It was really lovely there.

I found the coastal path again so off I went. It was warm with a cool gusty breeze. I felt revived by the elements and I swear the scenery is getting increasingly beautiful as the week progresses:

I walked almost 3 miles before turning back. I wanted to keep going. The route was considerably easier than Monday.

I noticed quite a lot of holiday rentals in Parrog and a few empty properties too. House prices have gone through the roof round here since Covid.

I went on to Aberteifi to pick up some supplies. I decided to squeeze in a trip to the abbey ruins in Llandudoch (St Dogmaels).

The site was huge. There’s an abbey in Denbigh but not on this scale. It was well worth the visit, a serene and peaceful place.

I came back to HQ to chill and I was going to go out to Aberporth this evening in another attempt to see dolphins. It wasn’t happening. I couldn’t face getting in the car again.

Only one more day to go…