Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
John was nearly killed by cows, HSE decide that a few signs will make this safe for future walkers.
Report: 1284 Date: 02/08/21 Location: Todmorden, West Yorkshire. On footpath from East Whirlaw Farm to Style Road. Approximate map reference 255 936 on OS Map OL21 Single careful walker, no dog John’s report: “I skirted around a group of cows as I walked downhill, but a number of the calves started to follow me. After […]
This walker says they will never cross a field of cows again after incident on Welsh coastal path
Incident number: 1286 Date of incident: 14.07.26 Location: Welsh Coast Path in the Vale of Glamorgan heading west from Cwm Nash towards Dunraven. Status: Lone walker with no dog on PRoW Charles’s story “I was walking across the fields along the clifftop on the Wales Coast Path. In the second field there was a large […]
A broken arm after being headbutted by cow near to Exeter canal at Turf Lock
Incident number: 1285 Date of incident: 04.07.26 Location: Exminster footpath 3, between RSPB land and the Exeter Canal at Turf Lock. Status: Group of walkers (between 3 and 5) with no dog on PRoW Roger’s account of the incident “We were walking back to the RSPB footpath, ant 8pm, after a meal at the Turf […]
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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) 