Ruth Livingstone
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Are more field exits a solution to escape from aggressive cattle?
Report: 1243 Date: 14/5/26 Location: The incident happened on the Dales Way. In the field between the railway line on Lambrook Beck and the Beck houses. This field is in the Dales Way between Sedbergh and Burneside. Rajiv’s post: We were walking on a public footpath on the Dales Way when our path was blocked […]
Cows and walkers – no dogs, but walks spoiled
We published a post recently about being careful while planning new walking routes for fear of meeting cattle Ensuring Safety on a Walking Holiday: Cattle Management – Cattle Safety . This fear is not unusual, and is well founded, we have hundreds of reports where walkers have been frightened or hurt. Below are three recent […]
Cyclist on bridleway threatened by cattle
Report number: 1244 Date: 15/5/26Location: Greywell Hill Estate. Nr Odiham Hampshire. ///reverses.motel.ambitions 1 person no dog Graham’s report: “I was following the bridleway on a bicycle. The cows were 50 yards away from me, I was moving away from them when they came running towards me. Aggressively charging me, pawing the ground with their hooves. […]
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58. Pagham to Selsey Bill to East Wittering
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
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
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
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
47. Dungeness to Lydd
Buffeted by wind, and fighting for a foothold on the shingle, I continue onwards – disoriented and uneasy. I have the dangerous firing range on one side. A nuclear power plant on the other. A howling gale blowing behind me. And ahead is a protected nature reserve. Continue reading
Ruth's Coastal Walk (UK) 