The place name pretty much tells you where but what about how long to get there? Easy, head for the nearest significant settlement and you're just shy of two hours away.

They've laid on enough, though, to make a trip worthwhile, remote as it is. This is looking at Constitution 'Consti' Hill from next a war memorial and a castle but more on that in a minute.

You can walk up Consti if that way inclined or take the funicular electric cliff railway, which is claimed to be the longest of its kind in Britain. Entrance is by what appears to be an old Working Men's Club - thanks Rob  - and it's manned, rather worryingly, by a student with a wrench.

See also every other piece of ancient, operating machinery in the UK about which there'll be a similar boast. The widest flywheel in the West Midlands, for example.

Nice view of 'Aber' from the top of Consti although the sweeping promenade might look a bit different now close up.

During particularly windy weather in 2014, most of the heavy paving was replaced with what was previously the beach and a big, prompt effort was required to clean up the prom.

Storm Brian provided another one towards the end of 2017 but, unlike back in 2014, they didn't have to completely rebuild the rebuilt shelter.

Behind and to the north is Borth, supposed inspiration for Morrissey's gloomy '80s lament  Everyday Is Like Sunday. A hairy B road will get you there if you want your clothes nicking off a bench.

Borth also provided the scenery for S4C's Y Gwyll, which sort of means dusk and has its roots in gloaming. Broadcast inexplicably as Hinterland on BBC Wales, the bilingual cast doubled up on the dialogue.

A little like a Welsh Wallander, this Cymraeg-noir stars a troubled cop living in a caravan on a cliff with each pair of episodes just a bit too procedural to SlyBob's tastes.

Once a popular seaside resort, the old-skool attractions are largely confined to the pier and the beach is best described as, erm, serviceable.

It's a student town now and the population nearly doubles during term time. Many buildings along the seafront belong to the university including this former hotel.

Scholars occupy the old guest houses further up the promenade and provide a youthful energy amongst the caravanners and the casually curious such as SlyBob. Several of these structures bore the brunt of the 2014 battering and thousands of traffic cones were reportedly swept out to sea from their flooded bedrooms.

This was once Aberrheidol Castle, two rivers here, you see. The whole place should really be renamed Aberrheidol as the River Rheidol runs closest to town and could easily have the Ystwyth in a fight or a flood.

Speaking of the Rheidol, don't forget the Vale of Rheidol Railway, a 12-mile, steam-powered operation - thanks Dr Neil  - climbing 700 foot! It takes you to Devil's Bridge and back although that can't be commented on, we went in a car and it was drizzling.

Speaking of steam and things that might blow your head off, there used to be a decent tandoori in Aberystwyth's train station. That can be commented on, we went on foot and it was sizzling.