Cockerham. More Photos

The Village of Cockerham fell victim to a catastrophic fire in the 17th century, after which the village had to be completely rebuilt.
The church of St Michael and all Angels used to be at the centre of the village before the fire. Now it stands alone and looking dejected. This is not the original church however except for the tower and the bells. It was rebuilt in 1814. In the churchyard is the grave of a vicar, who, after burying 11 of his flock during the great plague, eventually succumbed himself.

This bridge obviously does not attract very many walkers

This generator, out in the middle of nowhere, provided us with a little shelter while we had our elevenses. But why would it be left here, in the middle of nowhere?

Another of the many dilapidated bridges we encountered on our walk.

By lunchtime the rain had arrived, but our ever resourceful leader,
John, asked a farmer for permission to take shelter under one of his outbuilding while we had our bait.
The friendly farmer, passing by whilst we ate, asked us;
" Are you warm enough lads, or do you want the heating turning up"?

The rain having ceased, at least for the time being, we set off again.

Our route took us along this very lovely, quiet country lane.

The rain resumed, and continued a little while longer.

An unusual weather vane.

This herd of young cows gathered around us as we entered their field. And followed us until we left and went into the next one.
Placid territorial cows, or were they just being friendly.

Mike providing Vic with a shoulder to lean on.

More friendly animals.

I know my sheep, and my sheep know me.
D.K.