Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Rachel and crew saved by horses
Report: 1310 Date: 04/09/26 Location: Mount Pleasant, Upton Cheyney, Nr Bristol Cows with calves in the field Small group of walkers with dog on lead Rachel’s Report: “We walked past the cows ( around 30-50) on the footpath slowly, taking a wide birth around them. When we were about 10 metres past them they started […]
Family group with no dog cornered by cattle
Report: 1308 Date: 13/09/26 Location: Old Grange Farm, Longton, Lancs. ///aboard.cornfield.pays Family group with children, no dog Group of bullocks and cows – large beef cattle Worried walker’s Report: “The footpath we were following was shown on OS to go through Old Grange farm near Longton Lancs, but it had been diverted round it, through […]
Kate escapes over a barbed wire fence – 2nd attack in this area
Report: 1307 Date: 13/09/26 Location: High Stool Farm, Flagg, Derbyshire Single walker with dog on a lead Group of beef cattle, bullocks and calves Kate’s report: “I was walking along a public foot path through a field with a stile at either end during a circular route. A bullock started charging and stamping feet, I […]
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57. Littlehampton to Bognor Regis and Pagham
I see an egret, flying low and graceful above me. I pull out my camera, but am not quick enough. By the time I am ready, the egret has landed some distance away. Later, I am distressed by the poor condition of the pier at Bognor Regis. But I love Pagham Harbour, despite the mud. Continue reading
56. Ferring to Littlehampton
I walk along shingle to Rustington, where air speed records were once broken. I see the longest bench in Britain and discover Littlehampton is a very attractive town. Then I splash around on the West Beach. Continue reading
55. Shoreham to Worthing To Ferring
Worthing is surprisingly nice with a good pier. I see Morris Dancers and kitesurfers. And discover a charming garden in the shingle. Continue reading
54. Brighton to Hove to Southwick
Despite the fact I am determined to try and like Brighton, I am put off by the burnt pier and a rude man. I discover a nudist beach, in the shadow of a power station. Pleased to be heading home. Continue reading
53. Seaford to Brighton
I start walking from lovely Seaford, see a Wheatear in an abandoned village, take a detour through Newhaven, walk across crumbling cliffs, pass through the unusual town of Peacehaven, cross the Greenwich Meridian line and arrive, tired and grumpy, in Brighton. Continue reading
52. Eastbourne to Seaford
Shivers go up and down my spine. Here, along the crumbling cliff edge, are tributes to people who have died. There are bunches of flowers and little crosses – 5 or 6 little memorials. They are sited where the path comes very close to the edge of the cliff. Beachy Head is a magnet for the sad and desperate; 530 feet above the sea – the 3rd most popular place in the world for suicides. Continue reading
51. Bexhill to Eastbourne
Between Bexhill and Eastbourne, I meet herring gulls, comorants and an egret. The heavens open but lightning fails to strike me down. I pass 6 Martello Towers in various stages of redevelopment and decay. Eastbourne is surprisingly attractive and its pier looks lovely in the evening light. Continue reading
50. Hastings to Bexhill
What a sad sight this pier is! Burnt buildings, roofless wrecks, timbers showing, seagulls perching on shattered planking – a blackened and rusting structure. Warning signs advise people to stay away and not to walk beneath.
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49. Rye Harbour to Hastings
There is a naturist beach at Fairlight Cove – although access to the beach is deterred due to the dangers posed by erosion. There are great fossils to be found here. And dinosaurs’ footprints. Sadly, I see no fossils, no dinosaur footprints and no nudists. But I do have a great walk and manage to pursuade my husband not to break his neck.
48. Lydd to Rye to Rye Harbour
When I walk in, people stare at me. I wonder if they are looking at my boots, my jaunty little rucksack, or admiring my general air of health and wellbeing. After a very good lemon curd bun, I visit the loo and find out, by looking in the mirror, that my hair is sticking up on end and covered in sand. I look like a wild woman. Continue reading
