I arrived in Aberystwyth in a yellow Triumph Spitfire, heavily pregnant, over-educated and entirely ignorant of Wales. To my adoptive country we have contributed three children, a widowed mother, a garden and a succession of cherished family pets. I have been busy, not only domestically.
From the people who live here, from local archives and collections, and in the great granite copyright library on the hill I have learnt much about the Welsh county of Ceredigion. We have more books than people here. I too have always hoarded local newspapers, brochures, postcards, photographs and other ephemera.
When I began this blog three years ago I said I planned to post at least three times a week: about things I’d learnt, people I’d met and the rich variety of stories and characters tucked away in this beautiful county five hours distant by train from London. I soon realized this was over ambitious. Many of these short pieces require quite a bit of documentary research and picture sourcing, and I try very hard not to publish until I have thoroughly checked my facts. So on average I have written about 20 pieces per year, but I am pleased that many of them have stimulated the interest of discriminating and knowledgeable readers.
If you have a historic anecdote that needs telling, or a story which makes connections with those I have told, please do contact me. There is no possibility that the material will ever run out.