Ruth Livingstone

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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Andy meets an aggressive group of bullocks

Report 1225 Response ID 328,980,041 Location Footpath between Clwyd gate and farm Plas-y-Nant, nearest large town, Ruthin. Approx grid ref SJ155584, in field just out of woods, exit gate was further obstructed by electric fence. Single walker, no dog, encounters an aggressive group of bullocks Andy’s Report: “Leaving gate from the wood and progressing towards […]
Charged at by cattle

Report 1224 Response ID 328,834,077 Location: Doynton High Street – field off footpath up the steps on the right when leaving the village along the High Street Date 07/03/26 Katie’s report: “I entered the field with my dog on a short lead, I did not see any cows. As I walked into the field and […]
Lack of public safety on SW Coastal Path

Report 1223 Response ID 328,818,368 Date of incident 5/3/26 Location South West coastal Path – south of Hartland Quay towards Speke’s Mill. What 3 words “qualified.shave.digested” North Devon coast. Zoe’s Report: “Arriving at the gate on my return journey I was surprised to see cows there. I entered slowly and both dogs were by my […]
Author Archives: Ruth Livingstone
124a – Portreath to St Agnes Head
It is a lovely August morning. The air is clear and fresh and I fall into an easy rhythm and feel I could walk a hundred miles without tiring. Then I fall off the end of the map… Continue reading
123 Hayle to Portreath
I see this long, wriggly thing on the damp sand. At first I think it is a snake. Then I think it must be an eel. But it has no fins and no apparent gills. In the end I believe it is a slow worm. Continue reading
122 – St Ives to Hayle
Lelant station is lovely. Tubs of flowers, a nice wooden seat, and the place is kept spick and span. Best of all, there is an amazingly beautiful view across the estuary. Sitting here, you wouldn’t care if your train was late. Continue reading
121 – St Ives (cont)
Artists come to St Ives for the light and for the views. I was expecting to be disappointed, as I often am, by this tourist-hyped place. But it defies my expectations. It is gorgeous, beautiful and utterly enticing. Continue reading
121 Gurnard’s Head to St Ives
I discover a Mermaid’s cove and meet my third adder. The first one was a fully grown male, the second a baby and this one, too, is just a youngster. But still, an adder! Continue reading
120 Botallack to Gurnard’s Head
I leave the path to take a photograph, I find myself plunged into a state of panic. Because of the covering of low bushes and the narrowness of the way, once you step off the path it is impossible to see the path. Is this really the right way? Or am I on a sheep track? Continue reading
119 Land’s End to Botallack
People say that Land’s End is a disappointing place – dominated by a large hotel and shopping complex. The Lizard is more attractive, both in ambience and scenery. But Land’s End is Land’s End and will always have a special significance for long-distance walkers. Continue reading
118 Lamorna to Porthcurno to Land’s End
The poor weather makes me very resentful. The day before yesterday my walk was ruined by pouring rain. Today it is ruined by thick mist. I know this section of the coast line would look very beautiful in clear weather. It is just a shame I can’t see any of the views. Continue reading
117 Perranuthnoe, Penzance to Lamorna Cove
As I pass by one of the fish shops, I look through the open door at the wonderful display on the counter. But there – right in the middle of the display – is a huge herring gull, chomping his way through the fish. Continue reading
116 Porthleven to Praa Sands
I decide to ’embrace the wet’. This sounds like a good mantra. I start reciting it as I march along in my cloudy, wet world. ‘Embrace the wet.’ The path is overgrown. Wet branches lash against my legs. Through gritted teeth I chant, ‘Embrace the wet.’ Continue reading

