Streets of Cockermouth

Where did Cockermouth get its just-shy-of-rude name, you may wonder?

Simple, it’s situated just where the River Cocker flows into the River Derwent. The mouth of the River Cocker, said name apparently derived from a Celtic word for crooked.  (As for whence it flows, there are four River Derwents in England. The others are in Yorkshire, Durham and Derbyshire. I’m sure this never causes confusion… )

So, off to Cockermouth I toodled this morning. It’s our closest town and I’m growing rather fond of it. I had a couple of appointments with an hour to fill between them, so decided to clock up a few steps and treat myself to something not baked in the Red AGA.

Cockermouth is a pretty market town, its shopping streets lined with a rainbow of old buildings, hanging baskets, and celebratory bunting.  There are lots of independent shops and restaurants. They’ve struck a very happy medium between these smaller businesses and the larger chains, allowing Cockermouth to maintain choice and encouraging originality.

Did I mention that I intended to treat myself to something while out? I headed to the Coffee Kitchen, just off the beaten track. In truth, it’s not a very photogenic place, but the coffee and bread and lemon curd are delightful. (They have a bakery on the next street over, at which they offer baking classes. Interesting… )

I decide to break from my norm and choose a fruity flapjack with my coffee.

Here in England, a flapjack is sort-of like a granola bar which has gone to the buttery and sticky, chewy dark-side. Not health food: they are basically oats + butter + golden syrup + sugar. (Golden syrup, deliciousness that it is, deserves its own post.)

British friends, flapjacks are synonymous with American pancakes in the US. This may be helpful information when you’re ordering breakfast on holiday in the States.

I did somewhat regret not getting the toast and lemon curd which I previously relished. A bit too crumbly, and too sweet for me. Even with the coffee.  Never mind, live and learn, my friends. Now I know.

With all of that caffeine and carbohydrate fuel, I power back up the street.

I wonder if the people who have lived here all their lives notice how pretty their shopping streets are?

The rainbow colours and Georgian fronts of some areas remind me very much of Rainbow Row in Charleston, SC.  I like this happy coincidence.

En route, I may have done a quick bit of window shopping.

I have a soft spot for tea cosies/cozies.  Look at these handmade cuties in the window of the Percy House Gallery!

Smile inducing.

Thanks for joining me on my quick jaunt into town!

Peace,

Herdy Girl

 

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