Memories of Aber
Friday, November 26th, 2004 18:32![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittiwakeThis non-story (mystery inscription still a mystery - shock! horror!) reminded me of the time I went to Nanteos.
Nanteos, which means valley of the nightingale in Welsh, is just outside Aberystwyth, where I went to university. During my first year, in 1984-5, the university walking club did a cliff walk ending up with a look round Nanteos Mansion and a cup of tea. It was in private hands then but one of the walking club committee members was renting a flat in the house and arranged access for us.
The main rooms of the house had an atmosphere of faded grandeur, with silk wall-coverings and antique furniture, but all a bit tatty round the ages. Round the back of the house there were rooms that had been occupied by hippies in the 1960s and they still had psychedelic murals on the walls. The old women who lived there told us all about the ghosts, and how they had been especially active when a film crew was there making a television program. Unfortunately we didn't catch sight of any - they were probably scared off by twenty or so students in walking boots clomping about. They showed us photos of the Nanteos cup, thought by some to be the Holy Grail, and we looked into the cupboard where it was kept until the 1950s, when the house changed hands.
Nanteos, which means valley of the nightingale in Welsh, is just outside Aberystwyth, where I went to university. During my first year, in 1984-5, the university walking club did a cliff walk ending up with a look round Nanteos Mansion and a cup of tea. It was in private hands then but one of the walking club committee members was renting a flat in the house and arranged access for us.
The main rooms of the house had an atmosphere of faded grandeur, with silk wall-coverings and antique furniture, but all a bit tatty round the ages. Round the back of the house there were rooms that had been occupied by hippies in the 1960s and they still had psychedelic murals on the walls. The old women who lived there told us all about the ghosts, and how they had been especially active when a film crew was there making a television program. Unfortunately we didn't catch sight of any - they were probably scared off by twenty or so students in walking boots clomping about. They showed us photos of the Nanteos cup, thought by some to be the Holy Grail, and we looked into the cupboard where it was kept until the 1950s, when the house changed hands.
