Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Normal route, same cows – this time was dangerous
Report Number: 1315Date: 29/09/26Location: South Mundham at the bottom of Fisher Lane, West SussexGroup of black and white cattle, single walker with dog on lead Alice’s Report: “As I was walking on the path towards the exit of the field the cows were a fair distance from me. I have walked this route many times […]
3 incidents – Different counties, different cattle, with and without dog
Each report below details a moment when walkers proceeding along public footpaths were confronted by cattle. Each must be regarded as a near miss as any close encounter can cause awful injuries. Nicky dropped the lead when the bullocks charged and they ran after the dog allowing her to escape unharmed. Matt was chased by […]
Rachel and crew saved by horses
Report: 1310 Date: 04/09/26 Location: Mount Pleasant, Upton Cheyney, Nr Bristol Cows with calves in the field Small group of walkers with dog on lead Rachel’s Report: “We walked past the cows ( around 30-50) on the footpath slowly, taking a wide birth around them. When we were about 10 metres past them they started […]
Author Archives: Ruth Livingstone
266 am Preston to Freckleton
‘Purgatory’ I wrote on my map afterwards, to remind myself of my suffering! Continue reading
265 Tarleton to Preston
After my thwarted attempt to walk down the other side of this river yesterday, I wonder if the damaged sign is a bad omen. Continue reading
264 Crossens to Hesketh Bank
Today my walk gets off to a bad start and comes to a bad end. But the middle section is wonderful. Continue reading
263 Formby, Southport, Crossens
I find it amazing that the sea, during its regular ebb and flow, can create so many different textures and surfaces on the same stretch of sands. Continue reading
262b Crosby to Formby
What a beach! Acres and acres of empty sand, like a desert. Continue reading
262a Crosby Beach
There are 100 of the figures, stretching for 3 km along the beach and extending for 1 km out to sea. The walking dead, Continue reading
261 Liverpool to Crosby
That wretched Ferry Cross the Mersey song starts worming through my head again. Then here it comes: the most brightly coloured ferry I’ve ever seen. Continue reading
260 West Kirkby to Birkenhead
I start from the quiet resort of West Kirby, plod along one of the longest promenades I have ever encountered, before descending into the bowels of Birkenhead. Continue reading
259 evening – Hilbre Island
The rocks here are very red – the Wirral’s own version of Ayers Rock. But is the tide coming in faster than I can run? Continue reading
259 Heswall to West Kirby
I meet a horse in a Mackintosh, resist an ice cream van, and walk on water… well, almost. Continue reading
