Quaint little Cockington

Back to the Easter break catch up! On-route to the caravan in Brixham we take a little detour to the delightful little village of Cockington. It’s a place that I remember fondly from when I was a nipper.


It’s just a handful of buildings but each of the dwellings are delicious little confections topped with thatch.


According to Wikipedia the village was probably founded 2,500 years ago during the Iron age with evidence of two hill forts on either side of Cockington valley.


The first official documentation of the village was in the 10th century.

The manor was owned by Alric the Saxon, before William Hostiarus, William de Falesia and Robery FitzMartin, who passed it down to his son Roger, who renounced his name to become Roger de Cockington.


I love the little marshmallow houses with their intricate thatched tops. Combined with the presence of palm trees it makes for an oddly surreal scene.

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Below you can see the traditional stocks being put to good use with a variety of troublesome rabble rousers.

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Here we are in a rare coupled up moment!! Admittedly we had to be put in the stocks to get us together. . .


And for comparison’s sake, here is the last time I sat in those stocks! With the little sister barely able to see over the top! Probably taken in about 1987. Loving our matching knitwear (thanks grandma!)


A few final glimpses of the fairy tale cottages before we head off to the caravan.

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