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Machynlleth to Aberaeron

 

 

 

    So there we were pottering out of Machynlleth and on down the side of the Dyfi (like Dovey, lovey), estuary when I saw an enormous, not just big, no, enormous waterwheel. I parked nearby and ran back to it. It's part of the Dyfi Furnace (and a less useful official website on any topic anywhere in the world would be hard to find).

 

 

 

 

 

  Operable from inside the building, the lever which would allow water to set the wheel turning.

 

 

 

 

 

The overshot wheel is powered from a leat which starts at the top of the waterfall.

 

 

 

 

Cardigan Bay looking a little moody.

 

 

 

 

Aberystwyth, the town and castle from the university.                     Next stop? A little way north of Wexford, I'd've thought.

 

 

 

 

 

It seemed that the planners had done a good job of blending the new buildings in with the older ones, that's all.

 

 

 

 

Looking towards North Wales. I'm fairly sure the shot was taken level and that the apparent slope (is not just what the ill-equipped water skier was looking for but), is caused by the incoming squall's squashing effect on the horizon.

 

 

 

 

 

Looking SSW.

 

 

 

    On the previous evening I'd phoned a Caravan Club campsite south of Aberaeron and left a message in an attempt to book us onto the site for this one night. We arrived at the site and the warders told us that they hadn't received my message and they were full up anyway. That was a nuisance, but if we hadn't gone elsewhere then I wouldn't have had my excellent little adventure. (The warders recommended a site nearby, a farm one. We didn't like the look of it).

 

 

    We drove back into Aberaeron to the Aeron Coast site. There were loads of mobile homes on it, but loads of space for real campers too and a well organised note left telling late arrivals, us, which pitches we could take depending on how long we might be staying. The rain was doing its squally thing and its partial rainbow thing, but after tea I wandered off down to the sea (again, to the lonely sea and the sky, and all I ask is a tall ship and a star to sail her by.........).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What birds?

 

 

 

 

 

Nice rig, eh. Can you see the little sailor dude?                         Wonderful, isn't it, and sort of witchy too.

 

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