Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Winfield’s Award
Killer Cows: Killer Cows
Beverley’s story: knocked down by a cow
I could hear my partner shouting, “Get to your feet.”
Martin and Margaret: trampled by cows
I ended up with 6 broken ribs, a collapsed lung, and a 7cm deep tear to my liver.
Julia’s Story: scared for her life
I could hear the cow panting, see it snorting at me, see the ground move…
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162am Bristol to Avonmouth
I walk down the River Avon, along the Severn Way. I pass a mysterious station, dodge roaring traffic, walk past decaying wharves, and come across some wonderful graffiti. Continue reading
155 Pawlett to Burnham on Sea
I walk along the looping River Parrett, past mud and pill-boxes. The cows here aren’t used to walkers. My progress causes eddies of panic. Continue reading
154 Bridgewater to Pawlett, via Dunball Wharf
I’m not expecting much from today’s walk: just a slog through industrial estates and along a busy road, until I get to Dunball wharf and a river footpath. Bridgewater is not the prettiest of towns, but any marina looks nice if the sun is … Continue reading
153 Stert Point to Bridgwater (River Parrett Trail)
I struggle through long grass, walk along a muddy river, past clyce and pills, and have several close encounters with cattle. Continue reading
141(pm) Barnstaple to Chivenor
It should be easy walking – flat and a good surface. But I find it hard work. A collection of boats ahead cheers me up. Not exactly a luxury marina, but a sort of informal mooring of everyday boats, the sort I enjoy looking at.
30 (cont): Tilbury to Gravesend
The light is fading. In my walking boots, and with my rucksack and poles, I stick out like a sore thumb. I do not belong in this area …..
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Tagged coast, england, hiking, photography, rambling, river, travel, walking
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30. Fobbing to Tilbury
“Or, if you walk into the village, you may be able to catch a bus.”
“I am not allowed to travel by bus,” I tell him.
If he thinks this is a little odd, he is too polite to say so.
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21. Tollesbury to Maldon
This walk starts under wide, empty skies and follows a meandering, sea bank. What is the story behind the lonely bench in this isolated spot? Later, I meet a semi-naked man, friendly sheep and excited children on bicycles.
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Ruth's Coastal Walk (UK) 