Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
New Forest: cow tramples woman
Serious injuries and no laughing matter.
Angry cow on the Wales Coast Path
My girlfriend, my dog and I were walking along the Wales Coast Path, on the Llyn Peninsula, in June 2018. We passed through a turnstile to find a herd of cows with calves. We proceeded to pass quietly along the path with our dog, aged 8, who has walked in the country with us all his life and never […]
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.
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
