The lady waiting for the bus is my mother, Rona Jones nee Jones, my gran lived in Alma, Tabernacle Street, which was a Chapel house, my Nan and Dadcu had to take care of the Chapel across the road, and in those days had to feed and provide an overnight stay for visiting preachers. As a boy I had to go a hundred yards down the (...Read full memory)

The first time we visited Aberaeron, apart from the road bridge, one way of getting across the river was by the Aeron Express. Propelled by some sort of pulley arrangement, it looked like it could seat about 6 to 8 people. It wasn't actually working when we there; we've since been back quite a few times & it seems to (...Read full memory)

My wife Elizabeth and I had decided we needed to get to know the west Wales coast as our son David's fiancee Amanda was studying at the University of Wales, Aberystwyth. After a number of visits to Aberystwyth itself we were ready to explore further afield so we booked a week's stay in a holiday cpttage (...Read full memory)