Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Mike’s Story – charged by a cow
It charged, and we ran for our lives.
Abigail’s injuries
Our footpaths should be safe, particularly in an area promoted as a place for recreational walking.
Abigail’s story: pushed from cow to cow
They went for my dog, and then surrounded me.
Category Archives: 12 South Wales
189 (am) Pendine to Amroth
A high pressure system from Africa has settled on the UK like a hot blanket. I misjudge the difficulty of the path and the effects of the strange weather. Continue reading
188 pm Laugharne to Pendine
I follow Dylan Thomas’s Birthday Walk and find a very mysterious inscription. Continue reading
188 am – St Clears to Laugharne
The fields are lush with wild flowers and pretty grasses. June really is a lovely month for walking, despite a surge of hay fever. Continue reading
187 Llansteffan to St Clears
I tackle another estuary, take risky shortcuts, tangle with cows and meet a very old bull. Continue reading
186 Llangain to Llansteffan
The calves stand uncertain on stick-like legs, watching me nervously. Where are their mothers? Continue reading
185 pm – Carmarthen to Llangain
After a pint of cider, I feel refreshed and all the problems of this morning’s walk are forgotten. I decide to make the most of the sunny afternoon and continue on a little further. Continue reading
185 am – Ferryside to Carmarthen
The terrier takes another bite of my trousers. I back away slowly. But, to my horror, the dogs follow me – keeping up a relentless yapping and growling. Continue reading
184 (pm) Kidwelly to Ferryside
The dog is growling, ears back, teeth showing, saliva drooling. My heart races. I really, really wish I had my poles with me. I’m going to get bitten.
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184 (am) Pembrey to Kidwelly
A wonderfully varied walk: across beach, woodland and fields. I meet giant jelly fish, fierce bullocks, and a yellow duck. But no otters. Continue reading
183(pm) Burry Port to Pembrey
I watch a dumper truck clearing sand from the beach, walk past a mussel farm, and get lost in Pembrey Country Park. Continue reading
