Bird watcher on white cliffs of Dover, Ruth Livingstone

“Every place we had walked through now meant something to me. I was seized with an overwhelming sense of achievement and, more surprisingly, possession. Somehow all those long miles were now my property, all those places exclusively personalised.”

From Shally Hunt’s account of her walk around the coast of Britain with her husband, in her book The Sea on our Left.


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  1. I have just found your website /blog on looking for info on Damien Hurst’s “verity” We returned from a holiday in Ilfracombe which I know well to home in Market Harborough on Saturday. I found your writings so interesting and your walk around Ilfracombe so nostalgic. Then of course your winter walk along The Brampton Valley Way to Foxton Locks, just a mile or 2 from where I live. I ‘ve done all of those walks many times. My favourite walk of all time is from Ilfracombe to Lee bay, with it’s wonderful views. My parents lived in Ilfracombe at one time in the 1920/30’s. I have many happy memories of holidays there as a child. Also with my children and once with my American grandchildren. This was the first time we had been back for 16 years. It has improved in that time, although the kilns ( Madonna’s breasts as they are locally known ) continue to be an eyesore. Your photos are superb and I am rather glad i didn’t see the grotesque side of Verity. The back and side I could see I quite admired
    I would so love to do what you’re doing if I was able to and well done. I’m looking forward to reading more of your walks especially from Lee Bay. I’ve posted your link on my Facebook page.
    Thanks so much for such an enjoyable read.
    Zillah Holliday


  2. Hi Zillah, and thank you for your kind comments about my blogs. Interesting how many people comment on the walks (especially on my blog) and tell me how they bring back memories of childhood holidays 🙂 Love the phrase ‘Madonna’s Breasts’ – sums up those weird kilns very well. Thank you for visiting and for taking the time to comment. Yours, Ruth


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