Ruth Livingstone
My book: Walking the English Coast
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Killer Cows: Cattle Safety
3 reports of aggressive cattle
Incident No: 1319Date: 14.08.26Site: 51.6221725, -2.5476959 Near Thornbury, South Gloucestershire1 cow, 1 walker, no dogDescription: “I was going to walk across the field, it was open with no warning signs. A cow was staring at me, I didn’t think much about it and just kept my distance. It took a few steps towards me so […]
Experienced rider meets aggressive cows at Timberscombe Common
ncident No: 1318Date: 13.10.26Site: Timberscombe Common, Timberscombe near Minehead, Somerset1 horse, 1 pony and rider. Group of cows. Sophie’s Report : “I was hacking my horse back along the bridleway across the centre of the common towards the village, when the cows saw me and charged at me. My horse and the pony I was […]
Normal route, same cows – this time was dangerous
Report Number: 1315Date: 29/09/26Location: South Mundham at the bottom of Fisher Lane, West SussexGroup of black and white cattle, single walker with dog on lead Alice’s Report: “As I was walking on the path towards the exit of the field the cows were a fair distance from me. I have walked this route many times […]
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Stage 16. Harwich to Kirby-le-Soken
The heat is relentless – more like Spain than England – and the air is hot and close around my face. My chest feels tight and I am having trouble breathing. I hear the sound of horse hooves behind me and have to force myself not to stop. There is horsey breath coming over my shoulder…. Continue reading
Stage 15. Boyton Marshes, Bawdsey to Felixstowe
I pick up the bat. Feeling a bit of a fool, I wave it wildly. Who am I waving it at? Where is the ferry? “You didn’t think it was going to work – waving the bat – did you?” I am not expecting much of Felixstowe and am pleasantly surprised. Continue reading
Stage 14. Aldeburgh through Chillesford to Boyton Marshes
Today is a day of forests, fields, pigs and hay fever. I get hot, cross, bothered – and lost – on a pig farm. I meet a snake and nearly have a close encounter with some cows. Continue reading
Stage 13. Dunwich, Sizewell, Thorpeness to Aldeburgh
Being a medical doctor carries a penalty – hypochondria. While I ponder the miracle of my apparent fitness, despite a multitude of possible ailments, time passes and I make my slow progress along the shingle. I am heading for Sizewell nuclear power station. Continue reading
Stage 12. Covehithe, Southwold, Walberswick and Dunwich
What is the one thing more embarrassing then being rescued by the coastguards?
I walk past crumbling cliffs and fallen trees. I can’t resist taking photographs, wanting to capture some of the drama and sadness of this doomed area, as the land gives way to the tides and the greedy sea. Continue reading
Stage 11. Corton to Lowestoft to Benacre
I reach the the most Eastern point of the British Isles and then head off down a long stretch of deserted beach. Disorientated by a never-ending shingle bank, I miss lunch and am nearly defeated by a disappearing beach as I make my way past crumbling cliffs. Continue reading
Stage 10. Caister to Great Yarmouth to Corton
I am surprised by the lack of care for sand dunes in Great Yarmouth and experience a moment of stillness under the pier. Further along the coast, I come to an area where a whole section of cliff has slipped down …. The path has disappeared. Continue reading
Stage 9. Sea Palling to Winterton to Caister-on-Sea
I see a dog’s grey muzzle in the water – a labrador I think – about 20 yards from shore. My heart stops. I believe I have just seen a dog drown. For one wild moment I contemplate plunging into the cold sea ….. Continue reading
Stage 7. Sheringham to Overstrand to Mundesley
I forget my socks. There is nobody here at all. Nobody. On my right are crumbling cliffs with no way up. If you were caught here with a rising tide, it would be difficult to escape the waves. Continue reading
Stage 6. Cley-Next-the-Sea to Sheringham
The waves crash beneath us and spray fills the air. The wind howls and tries to blow us off the bank. I am reminded of how very fragile this coastland is and what little protection we really have from the force of the sea.
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