Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Richard’s story: gored by a Highland cow
I was thrown into the air, and gored by the Highland cow.
Tracey’s story: chased by stampeding cattle.
We could hear the cattle were building up speed behind us.
TL’s story: attacked and trampled by cows.
On the 26th September, 2020, my husband and I were on a footpath in Gloucestershire. We were walking along the Wye River heading from Brockweir to Bigsweir, on the St Briavel’s side of the river. We were in a field at the bend of the river (co-ordinates on google map: 51.729914, -2.686725).
Category Archives: 14 Cardigan Coast
225 Hell’s Mouth to Aberdaron
I have trouble with the buses, trudge through mud and stumble over dead lambs. But the views are wonderful. Continue reading
224 Abersoch to Hell’s Mouth
Why is this beach called Hell’s Mouth? I find out later… Continue reading
223 Pwllheli to Abersoch
I get on the wrong bus, meet monster trucks, and fill my pockets with pebbles. Continue reading
222 Criccieth to Pwllheli
I meet lambs in plastic jackets and a mud-splattered Bear Grylls, before ending up in Wetherspoon’s. Continue reading
221pm Portmeirion, Porthmadog to Criccieth
In the golden light of the afternoon, everything – including the tracks – is coloured russet and tinted with gold. It’s beautiful and slightly surreal, like something out of the American west. Continue reading
221am Penrhyndeudraeth to Portmeirion
Fake Italian architecture and a dogs’ graveyard. I expected to find it all rather twee, but actually I found it to be delightful, if ever-so-slightly bonkers. Continue reading
220 Llanbedr, Harlech to Penrhyndeudraeth
An interesting day full of unexpected twists. I walk along sunny sands under a horizon of snow-capped mountains. I find a lost shoe, meet enormous sheep, and negotiate 7 separate railway crossings. Continue reading
219 Llanaber to Llanbedr
After two days of glorious walking, I guess I shouldn’t complain. This was a funny old day. Nothing went quite as planned. Continue reading
218 Llwyngwril to Barmouth
I walk on frosty ground, past standing stones, and cross the amazing Barmouth Bridge. Continue reading
217 Tywyn to Llwyngwril
In glorious sunshine, I walk along quiet roads and bridleways, past pregnant sheep and skeletons, and gasp at the incredible views. Continue reading
