Ruth Livingstone
New book: Walking the English Coast
Click for further information
Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Injured by cattle. Thinking of suing?
David describes his lengthy battle to achieve compensation for his injuries after being attacked by cattle. Despite the many setbacks, he recommends taking legal action if you are the victim of a cattle attack, and he explains why. Read David’s article here: Thinking of suing? Pitfalls and delays Libby found a sympathetic lawyer, who made sure she understood […]
Libby explains how to stay safe on a walk
Libby is a farmer’s daughter and was brought up amongst livestock. She wasn’t scared of cows… not until she was trampled and nearly lost her life. “I was one of those walkers who felt that people who worried about cows were just townies who didn’t understand them,” she explains. “I know differently now.” Following her experience, […]
Mary’s story: scared at Stonehenge.
We picked up the dogs and ran.
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.
Continue reading
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
