Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
Devon or Staffs; dog or no dog; near misses with cows happen – they need fencing off
Report: 1291 Date: 3/8/26 Location: Cullompton, highbanks, Devon. W3W ///relocated.waters.request 2 walkers, no dog Single cow, ? Charolais Report: “We were walking along the opposite side of the field next to the bushes, the cows were down by the river. They had moved around a bit, but they weren’t near us and we weren’t near […]
Boisterous cattle on the Cotswold Way stop walkers following the path.
Incident number: 1290Date: 2/8/26Site: On the Cotswold Way public footpath at Sands Farm (between Dyrham and Pennsylvania/ (Cold Ashton) just before where the Cotswold Way crosses Gorse Lane. The very approximate coordinates are 51.468770,-2.378849.Type of cow: Boisterous group of young cattle.2 walkers, no dog. Report: “At approximately 12:00 noon, Sunday 2nd August 2026, my mother […]
Cows with calves across major walking route
Incident number 1287Date: 26.07.26Site: Winnats Pass loop trail2 walkers and dog (on lead) Report: “The cows were stood next to the gate we needed to get through, as my friend and her dog carefully passed them to get through the gate a cow turned to her and began walking fast towards her, it’s head was […]
Tag Archives: power station
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) 