D182: CARDIGAN to TRESAITH
Friday 19th September 2025
Today miles: 14.9 Total miles: 2975
It was so nice to set off this morning in freshly washed and nice smelling clothes. I managed to finish off the last of the bacon, sausage and eggs this morning before leaving Fishguard Holiday Park for the third and the final time. After a thirty minutes bus journey I arrived back in Cardigan to dry but overcast conditions. I immediately set off along the Northern bank of the River Afon Teifi. There’s several farmers fields to be skirted around and the grounds was remarkably dry despite the recent and heavy rainfall. The route passes by several smallish caravan parks and lots of large and expensive looking houses. After walking around four miles I decided to stop at a wooden bench near the Cliff Hotel and made myself a coffee and ate some snacks. There’s a long steady climb along the side of a busy road and then more fields to cross. I could see Cardigan Island off in the distance



I noticed that there’s a nice, reasonably flat and straight path across the farm fields for the next mile or two, however that isn’t the official coastal path. The proper coastal path is far more complicated, meandering up and down and around each individual small bay. An hour later I was skirting around Ferwig Beach and got a pleasant surprise when I chanced across an open cafe. It was actually a small stone building with a coffee machine, a selection of chocolate bars and some seating. I chatted with the young lady working in the cafe for several minutes and watched a single surfer in the water. I took a wrong turn soon after leaving Ferwig Bay but got back on track after only a few minutes. I wasn’t sure where I’d be stopping tonight and despite considerable research I couldn’t locate any campsites close enough to the path. There’s a relatively small Ministry of Defence range on the Western edge of Aberporth which I wasn’t able to access and had to divert inland for a half mile. As I walked through Parcllyn a suburb of Aberporth I got chatting to a man, named Gary who was busily washing his car. As a result of our conversation Gary kindly telephoned a friend of his who owned a small local campsite. I was able to speak to the friend and arranged somewhere to sleep. The campsite had already closed for the season but the owner confirmed that it was okay to use the site which was located on the side of a hill just beyond Tresaith.



I next dropped down the hill top into Aberporth and took the chance to grab some additional snacks for the next couple of days. The next two miles towards first Tresaith and then onwards to my pitch was straightforward along a dry dirt path and some short sections of road. There was a final steep climb through the heather clad path and I kept my eyes wide open for a wooden gate tied shut with blue rope which would indicate the route to the campsite. It was forecast to rain heavily during the night so I located a grassy spot which was slightly raised off the ground and pitched my tent. The site has a compost toilet which I took advantage of and also a cold water shower which I chose not to use. It’s a good location, very quiet, with a great view out across Cardigan bay.