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448pm Boston to Freiston Shore

Posted on September 19, 2021 by Ruth Livingstone

I visit a prison. By mistake. Continue reading →

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282 Walney Island (North)

Posted on October 29, 2016 by Ruth Livingstone

The empty beach stretches out to the distant sea, and beyond that rows of wind turbines wave like ghostly figures on the horizon.
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264 Crossens to Hesketh Bank

Posted on August 28, 2016 by Ruth Livingstone

Today my walk gets off to a bad start and comes to a bad end. But the middle section is wonderful. Continue reading →

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262b Crosby to Formby

Posted on August 24, 2016 by Ruth Livingstone

What a beach! Acres and acres of empty sand, like a desert. Continue reading →

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251 Aber to Conwy

Posted on July 5, 2016 by Ruth Livingstone

After a bad start, I’m feeling lonely and missing my hubby, and so I’m pleasantly surprised to find a companion on the road – a rather cheeky sheep. Continue reading →

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236 Newborough to Aberffraw

Posted on May 18, 2016 by Ruth Livingstone

Today’s walking consisted of three different routes, two sets of sand dunes, and an unexpected sighting of a red squirrel. Continue reading →

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58. Pagham to Selsey Bill to East Wittering

Posted on July 23, 2011 by Ruth Livingstone

The sea has reclaimed and drowned Pagham Harbour. I see a collection of beautiful water birds – then wade through mud, past dead trees, dead crabs and an old tidal mill. Eventurally, I reach the disappointing Selsey Bill. Continue reading →

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Stage 20. Old Hall Marshes to Tollesbury

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Ruth Livingstone

Bradwell Power Station looms menacingly on the horizon. There is the threat of rain and strange colour-changing light. My trousers look like an insect graveyard – sticky webs with spiders, flies, butterflies, beetles, ladybirds… Little flies extract their revenge on behalf of the insect kingdom, attacking my upper arms. Continue reading →

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