Aberystwyth is quite simply the most depressing place it has ever been my misfortune to live in. I am told that the sun shines for ten days every year, in August, which coincides with the University recess, so I never did get to see it. The rest of the year it is wind swept, desolate, and semi aquatic. The only shops the survive are those selling cheap tat to the university students. The only restaurants which survive are those selling far-from-cheap, tasteless, mechanically reclaimed meat and gristle to the students. The only accommodation available is cheerless, wind swept – yeah, even indoors! – and depressing. As for the full time inhabitants, lets not even go there. The train out of Aberystwyth, when it runs, is its only redeeming feature.
It comes as no surprise to me that someone should have tried to commit suicide frequently whilst living in the town, by variously wading out to sea or leaping off piers, jetties, rocks and cliffs.
What is a surprise is that as a result of these attempts, Magistrates in Aberystwyth issued an Asbo to Amy which banned her from going in the sea, onto beaches or onto the promenade in the town. Allegedly on economic grounds – she had cost emergency services nearly £1m after they had rescued her 50 times. It would have been cheaper to finance her move out of Aberystwyth.
She now lives in Hove, Sussex, and is ‘recovered’. I understand completely Amy, I now live in France and I’m feeling a lot better too…….just the occasional flash-back.
Hat tip to (Una) Musings.