Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Keith J’s story: charged by bulls
When they saw me, they charged.
Maxine’s story: rammed by a cow
We both fell on the floor.
Alison’s story: sprint to the stile
I made it to the stile just in time.
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151 Watchet to Quantock’s Head and Kilve Pill
I walk along amazing shore platforms, along a coastline famous for oil, fossils and dinosaur bones. I trespass through a holiday camp, lose the coastal path and find it again in a wood, and discover a mysterious story book. Continue reading
141(pm) Barnstaple to Chivenor
It should be easy walking – flat and a good surface. But I find it hard work. A collection of boats ahead cheers me up. Not exactly a luxury marina, but a sort of informal mooring of everyday boats, the sort I enjoy looking at.
140(am) Westwood Ho! to Appledore
The sea gives way to mud flats and a sign. WARNING. The tidal waters and mudflats on this estuary can be dangerous if not treated with respect.
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139b Peppercombe to Westwood Ho!
“The next section of shoreline is up-and-down,” my husband warns me. He has already walked this part of the coast, in order to meet me.
“How many ups-and-downs?” I ask. Continue reading
138 Hartland Point to Clovelly
I wonder if I have been spoiled for ever. Cornwall was so extraordinarily beautiful, perhaps every walk from now on with be disappointing. Continue reading
135b Bude Bay to Morwenstow
This is coastal walking at it’s best. The sun is shining, the air is clear, the views are wonderful and there is that slight tingle of danger. Continue reading
115 Predannack to Porthleven
While I marvel at the achievements of Marconi, a bird drops dead from the sky and falls at my feet. Continue reading
114 Lizard to Predannack Head
What a difference the weather makes. Last time I was here the wind tried to blow me off the path and I was wet from the rain. Today it is calm and dry. The path ahead is beautiful, lined by wild flowers above a blue sea. Continue reading
111 Mawnan, Helford, Porthallow
It is wet and gloomy. There is a kiosk on the beach, where I find the ferryman. He is drinking a mug of something hot and he suggests I might like to row myself across in the little row-boat. I think he is joking.
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82. Cogden Beach to Charmouth
I can see a wide bay with high cliffs and lower land beyond. It is too hazy to make out details but I think Lyme Regis lie behind the largest promontory. And is that Exmouth in the far distance? I wonder how difficult the walk is going to be.
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