“I want to go to the Pier.”
“Er, why?”
“Because it’s awesome.”
So that’s what we did, climbed into the Mercedes and drove, fast and furious, through the winding streets of downtown Aberystwyth until we reached the wave racked seafront and its famous Pier. Gulls shrieked overhead as we skidded to a stop, loose Welsh grit flying like shrapnel.
Team on Target
“Do it!” No time for hesitation, this is D Day, and the Team was out of the vehicle and making for the Pier. Open the door, walk right through the casino glow of the slots, they mean nothing, and hit the objective. That’s right, our target, Aber’s notorious Inn on the Pier bar.
Windowpanes
It was empty. “I’d like a pint of San Miguel, please. Make that two, and a glass of red wine,” I asked the lonely barman. “Right you are, sir,” he replied, and there we were, on the Pier. “It’s like being on the Channel Ferry,” I observed, looking at the sea through the windows of the deserted bar. “I feel seasick,” replied my brother. “Don’t be ridiculous,” said JS with characteristic common sense, “It’s nothing like being on the Channel Ferry.” 
Dizzy
We sipped our drinks, watching the seafront through windows that might have seen better days, or not. “But it is awesome,” I replied at last, “It’s the Pier.”
We wanted to go outside, to the end of the Pier, and look out to sea and Ireland and the barman told us it was closed, but he did show us how to go through the snooker hall to an outside smoking area. We walked through the snooker tables, past young Welshmen sticking darts in their hands, and made it outside.
The Seafront
The sun shone through the clouds, illuminating the seafront with a golden glow. It was a good moment and I imagined the same coast, with its now ruined castle, standing guard against Irish raiders. 
The Aberystwyth Angel
Then the moment passed and we left, mission accomplished. “I feel dizzy,” said my brother, “I know,” I replied, “It’s like being on the Channel Ferry.” JS wasn’t playing, “It’s not like a ship at all. But look at that angel!” And sure enough, off to our right was an angel, wings outspread towards the sea.
Perhaps it’s the spirit of the place.
LSP