Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Trampling season well under way
Spring has sprung and summer is here, and the cows are out in the fields. And so the fields have become dangerous places to be. Here we report three recent cattle attacks.
Colin and his dog
These aggressive animals were way more than ‘just curious’.
A Successful Claim: compensation after a serious cattle attack.
Three years ago, Mrs CW was quietly crossing a field with her dog on a lead. A cow first knocked her down from behind, and then subjected her to a terrifying trampling attack. Mrs CW sustained serious injuries – with multiple fractures – and spent time in intensive care, before starting to learn to walk again.
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
