I'm now thoroughly into Ceredigion (Cardigan) and the coastline has mellowed. The cliffs are less austere and there are numerous gentle shingle surf beaches. Rolling farmland stretches almost down to the water in places, and the peaks of Snowdonia are visible in the distance.
Tour boats passed by, laden with Saturday trippers. Gannets dived ahead, and oystercatchers, guillemots, gulls and (petrels?) made busy over the sea. The entrance to Aberystwyth harbour was surprisingly turbulent, but gave way onto a small marina where I whiled away a few minutes before stowing the boat at the local rowing club and meeting Neil and Sarah - friends of my brother's and my hosts for the evening.
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