About 6 weeks ago Sue, I and two of our Campsite friends George and his wife Lyn went Cockington for a day out, on arrival we walked all through the village, on up the long tree lined Avenue to the Manor House, stopping of course for a cuppa on the way, these then are some of the photo's we took.
Apologies for the first picture it was into the sun.
I must thank BBC Devon for the last few photo's.
Do please click on any photo to enlarge it.
Below this is a close up of the "Smithy's Forge" it was in constant use until quite recently.It has quite a collection of "Horse Brasses" for sale here too.
Below, Myself and George walk around the lovely water garden in the "Olde worlde Cafe".
Below one of the many Thatched cottages that abound the village.
This picture of the "Smithy's Forge"shows the Thatch and its unique shape, notice the wooden dogs leg front support.
Below, This old barn is used by the cafe as a shelter either in hot or wet weather.When we went a few years back the fine old flour grinding water wheel was in use, now it and its pool has fallen into disrepair and is quite unsightly which is a shame.
This is one of two pictures of the inside of Cockington Church. This was according to the Doomsday book possibly the site of a chapel from Saxon times, according to it the Lord of the time would have had his chapel here possibly. In 1203 the Manor of Cockinton was leased from the Welsh Monks to "Torre Abbey". The oldest part of the Church still standing is the "Norman Tower" dating from around 1220 and has walls 6 ft thick in places.
Again the inside of the Church, there is a story that still circulates that the "Pulpit"came from a Spanish "Armada"Galleon captured in 1588.
These are the BBC pictures. Below is the Church, this is just yards from the main Manor house.
This beautiful cottage stands guard on the the main gate leading up to Cockington Manor.
Below, Cockington Manor itself, the church lies just out of picture to the left. So why not visit here,for a walk through the lovely narrow tree lined streets, overlooked by Thatched Cottages. Maybe a stroll around the manor estate taking in the lakes, which were reputedly built by the Monks living in Torre Abbey to supply them with fresh Fish. Before leaving do visit one of the idyllic Tea gardens and enjoy a "Real Devon Cream Tea".
Joke of the day.
A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.
Pulls out my chair and opens my door.
Massages my back and begs to do more.
Oh! Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to answer to, 'how big is my behind?'
I pray that this man will love me no end,
And always be my very best friend.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
huge boobs who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking and biking. This
doesn't rhyme and I don't give a s**t.