Thank you for visiting and leaving all the lovely comments. Gregg's cousin Fayette popped in today. Hi Fayette! Our families traveled around France together and we all spent a lovely weekend in London. They flew home from London and we made our way down to Devon.
At the end of this post I added a video that I found on YouTube about thatching. I heard several years ago that it was a dying art and that there were only a few Master Thatchers around in the UK. Whether the statistics have changed since reading that article, I don't know but I thought you would all enjoy watching the video.
Continuing our walk, this is The Old Schoolhouse, which is now a gift shop. It was originally built in the 12th century and started life as a Devon Longhouse. A Devon Longhouse means that the inhabitants shared their accommodations with their livestock.
The letter box (mailbox) is in a useful spot, ready to accept those postcards you can send to all your friends and relatives......
which you can buy in another gift shop.
and a few kitschy souvenirs if you had a mind to take some home. I didn't as I was too taken with looking around the village.
Here is Celia and Gully standing in front of Rose Cottage....
and the photo below is the one I have in my present header.
They had a lovely garden which Gregg and I are standing in front of. We couldn't explore as the gates were locked.
We were actually heading to Rose Cottage for our Devonshire Cream Tea but found it closed. It would have been nice to explore their garden as it looked very pretty. We took photos from over the hedge which had lots of lovely flowers blooming.
In the photo below, the building on the left is the old forge where horses were brought to have new shoes put on by the blacksmith. If you look at my previous post to the old photo taken in 1900, you can see where those horses are being taken care of in front of this building.
Rose Cottage is where the blacksmith of the Forge lived before it became a village store and post office in Victorian times, and today it is a popular tea garden.
This is the Drum Inn which was built in 1936. I wanted to see it especially because my sister and her husband had their wedding reception here when she was 21, I was 18. I remember how beautiful she looked in her wedding gown. She had a lovely little pill box type of a hat attached to her veil, which was very stylish in those days rather than the traditional bridal headdress. I can see the photo of them standing at the top of those steps clearly in my mind. Ginny from Let Your Light Shine asked me if it brought back a lot of memories. Yes Ginny, so, so many came flooding back.
My Dad's cousin was the proprietor of the Drum at the time, a jolly man who smiled readily and had a hearty laugh. He had an accident several years after my sister got married. He and a few employees were moving one of the big heavy skittle alleys in the back of the pub. It fell on his head and fractured his skull. Fortunately he recovered fully but it was a very scary accident and a bit of a freakish one. It wasn't long afterwards that he retired and moved back up to the Midlands. He was older than my Dad and passed on many, many years ago.
Well, that was our walk around Cockington Village. It is hard to comprehend that its origins go back two thousand plus years. There is a lot more to the place than the village center, with lots of lovely walks, and a large mansion house called Cockington Court. I'm afraid I don't have any photos as our time there wasn't long enough but I read that the original construction would have been of wood going back to Saxon times, and converted into local stone by Richard de Cockington and the Estate stayed in the family from 1130 to 1350. It was eventually owned by the Mallocks. I found it interesting that Agatha Christie knew their descendents and they were friends before her first marriage. She even dedicated one of her books, published in 1934, "Why didn't they ask Evans", to Christopher Mallock. Something else I came across, the actor Christian Slater filmed part of a movie in Cockington called Churchill the Hollywood Years and you can see that here. I read it was a parody but I don't remember anything about it, so maybe I will rent it, then maybe not. I just saw a trailer and it didn't seem like my cup of tea. But it was fun looking at someone's home video showing the actors around the village shooting the movie. You can read about the actual movie here. It was made in 2004. If you would like to learn more about the village you can go to this link.
I was quite taken with this delightful scene as we headed down the lane. Both ladies said a cheery hello as we drove slowly by. Those ponies are obviously used to the cars they encounter, and they were probably heading to the nearest open field. You have to drive very slowly down those country lanes, you never know what is coming around the next bend. Here is the thatching video I mentioned at the top of this post.
If you can't access the video, you can see it here.
This is the village of Cockington, a place I used to frequent on a regular basis with either family or friends. Back then I never thought about its history very much or how old the village was, but I have since found out that it was mentioned as far back as The Domesday Book, which was written in 1086, at the behest of William the Conqueror. I found the photo below online and as you can see it was taken in 1900. It hasn't changed much has it?
After our very special time in Normandy and then a fun time in London, I found myself eager to get down to Devon and show my family all the old haunts, this village being one of them.
We spent a very special hour or two in the village and if you look through the gates above, this is where we enjoyed a good old-fashioned Devonshire Cream Tea.
It was very relaxing and when we arrived we had the place all to ourselves for most of our cream tea, and only one other family turned up just as we were about to leave. We arrived early and the village was still very quiet.
Celia had never had scones before and she loved the ones we had while in Devon. We all did really.
And I thoroughly enjoyed my cup of tea.
and we all agreed, the scones were delicious slathered with clotted cream and strawberry jam, the only way to have a scone in my humble opinion.
It was a relaxing time for all of us.
I would have loved to have taken this turtle home with me.
Before long it was time to move on and explore the village a little bit more. I'll have Part 2 ready for the next posting.