Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Anglesey coastal path – a thunder of cows hooves as cows approached walkers
Incident number: 1272 Response ID: 329,962,214 Date of incident: 9th May 2026 Location: Near Anglesey equestrian centre the costal path Status: Couple of people walking on PRoW with no dog. Kat’s story “There was 3 fields with cows and calves in. The farmer and his helper saw us and said, go through quiet. In the […]
It could have ended so badly near Speaks Mill, Hartland
Incident number: 1269 Response ID: 329,908,514 Date of incident: March 3rd 2026 Location: Hartland near Speaks Mill on the SW coastal path Status: Group of walkers with two dogs on a lead on PRoW Dani’s story “Walking along the SW coastal path following an All Trails app trail when we come to a gate with […]
Dodford footpath leading to Bournheath – walker cornered by a mixed herd
Incident number: 1266 Response ID: 329,840,622 Date of incident: 18.06.26 Location: Field adjacent to top of Yarnold Lane, Dodford leading across to Bournheath ( to right hand side as driving out of Dodford Status: Lone walker with dogs on lead onPRoW Sarah’s Story “The cattle approached (they were a mixed herd of Charolais, Hereford, friesian […]
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273 am Sunderland Point to Heysham
Road walking and dead-ends. Power stations and ferry ports. Continue reading
255 pm Flint to Connah’s Quay
The power station looms. Four chimneys, elegant, like tall sentinels rising out of the mist.
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24. Bradwell to Tillingham Marshes
Around the Dengie Peninsula, there is a coastal path stretching from Bradwell Power Station to Burnham on Crouch; seventeen miles of coastal footpath, with no villages, no towns and no marinas; along which the only building of any significance is St Peter’s Chapel. A powerful atmosphere fills the place ….
Stage 20. Old Hall Marshes to Tollesbury
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
Ruth's Coastal Walk (UK) 