Bryn Berwyn and the Ceredigion coastal path

If it's May this must be my Welsh walking week. I'm not half way through the year yet and I'm suffering from walk lag - staggering around not altogether sure where I am - a bit like jet-lag but without the volcanic ash. In truth this week was booked as an extended family holiday with my cousins from around the globe as a repeat of one we did two years ago, staying in the same house on the mid Wales coast at Tresaith, just north of Cardigan. This year there are 3 cousins, assorted spouses, children and grand-children - 17 of us in all - so lots of walking companions for the week.

Our home for the week - Bryn Berwyn

The beach at Tresaith.

Sunday : A walk from the house to Llangrannog  further up the coast  and back ( approx 8 miles )

A lovely sunny day - with only the Californian contingent feeling the cold!

Impressive coastal scenery on the way there and quiet country lanes on the way back

The first of the week's many ice-creams as we valiantly try and work our way through all the flavours

Monday : A 20 minute drive to our nearest town of Cardigan to do a bit of shopping, search out some internet connections, then a walk back along the coast to Tresaith ( 11 miles)

Favourite shop of the week - Yum Yum sweetie shop. Jars and Jars and Jars to die for. Sweetie heaven

Sunny again, but with a cold wind. The walk followed the estuary and Poppit sands out of Cardigan but then took us inland for a long way before rejoining the coast at Mwnt Bay

Johnny gained a friend who walked with us as far as Mwnt.

Cousin Mike from Palo Alto, California - this was just a stroll in the park for him - he's an ultra-marathon man and is in training for his next 100 mile run in a few weeks time.

This will probably be our only sighting of marine life this week - one more than was spotted on the whole coastline of the Isle of Man. We were due to meet up with some of the others in Aberporth mid afternoon, but the cold wind had put paid to paddling and sand-castles and by the time we got there the beach was deserted and even more tragically - the pub was shut. Geoff was spotted on a bench like a solitary Dylan Thomas figure and together we walked back the last mile and a half to the house.