So we drove to Aber and we parked in the car park.
And then he said, "Why don't we just have a look at the start of the Ystwyth Trail?"
Thus I found myself walking towards the hill where I took George a few weeks ago. We didn't really find the start of the trail, but having seen the lie of the land the map now makes more sense.
Then we walked from the harbour all the way along the sea front and finally plodded up Constitution Hill. I haven't been up there since I was a student which was, ooooh, a long long time ago. The weather wasn't brilliant, but it stayed dry and I managed a couple of photos.
We did actually peep into a few shops on the way back to the car, but didn't end up buying anything. And then we drove home.
By the time we'd had dinner, it was too late to process the next batch of London photos, so that's a job for tomorrow.