Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Miley and his wife have to wade across a stream to escape cattle.
Incident number 1305Date: 30.08.26Site: Public footpath alongside of Egglestone Abbey near Barnard Castle. County Durham.Bull with cows and calves (Comment: very large brown cattle with small horns.)2 walkers with dog on a lead. Miley’s Report: “We were walking from woods towards grasslands alongside Egglestone Abbey. This was the only route back to the gate onto […]
Cows chase walkers AGAIN on Sussex Ouse Valley way
Incident number 1303Date: 31.5.26Site: Between Lewes and Hamsey on the river footpath BN7I dog, on a lead, 2 walkers Description: “Chased by cows on footpath, not for the first time here but very scary. Our dog froze in panic making getting away from cows near impossible.We reported it to the council who have replied saying […]
Cows with calves roaming freely around Hare Hill
Incident number 1301Date: 24.05.26Site: Roughly this: What3words:Punctuate.Otter.Fronted. Near Over Alderley, Hare Hill permissive path. 1 dog on lead, 3 walkers. RH’s report: “We were just walking and suddenly a group of cattle burst out of a field (from nowhere) and moved around us, not charging but getting quite close, agitated and shifting around restlessly with […]
Author Archives: Ruth Livingstone
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
258 Neston to Heswall
The footpath follows the line of the coast, but the sea is now a green expanse of marsh. Continue reading
257 pm Neston to Parkgate
I battle through reeds and long grasses, before reaching a seaside resort that is no longer by the sea. Continue reading
