Barrington Village



Barrington Chapel

On Main Street and just up the road from the church.  Difficult to tell if it is still a chapel or been converted to residential use.  I have yet to come across any records for this chapel.  If anyone knows of any, please let me know!

Main Street

I believe the cottage on the right is Pound Cottage, where stray animals would be secured - at the back of these cottages is Copse Shute Lane, leading to Lobbs Lane.  The garden of the cottage on the left adjoins the churchyard.  The grassed area is either church property or common lane.

Copse Shute Lane

Comes off Main Street, between the church and the chapel.

Main Street

The old yew trees in the churchyard are on the left and the steps leading up to the gate can just be seen - I don't envy the coffin bearers having to go up those step and then an upward path (often very slippery!) to the church door. 

Photo by Mary Harris Sawtell

The Royal Oak

Still on Main Street, just down from the church but on other side of the road.  If I remember correctly, to the left of the pub used to be a garage and may have been used for the Cornelius/Hutchings buses - now demolished and waste land.

Looking down Main Street, Royal Oak on the left.

Photo by Mary Harris Sawtell

A closer look at a beautiful old house, reminds me of old French architecture.

Photo by Mary Harris Sawtell

Long Down

Still on Main Street - I fell in love with this cottage when I was a child and would look at it, almost longingly, every time I walked past it.  This is a scan of a photo I took back in the 1980s.

Little Home, Silver Street

This is a view of the back of the house, taken about 3rd way up the very long garden.  My grandparents moved here soon after my mother was born.  I think the original house was single storey and grew over the years.  The lean-to provided a separate kitchen and bathroom and was probably the latest addition.  To the right of the house were 2 large rooms, one filled with mostly gardening equipment, the other used for storing the chicken mash, corn and boiler for cooking up the chicken meal - I loved the smell of that room!  I am sure there used to be a lean-to greenhouse on the end too but that seems to have gone or been converted.  To the left of the house is a lane leading up the hill to another house, between that and the garden runs a small stream - a wall was built there and a pipe inserted and the water would come through that and fall into an overflowing old tin bath - I can remember laying in bed in the back bedroom listening to the sound of the water.  It was great on hot days too - I used to sit in the tin bath and cool down.  I assume it came from a natural spring at the top of the hill, I never knew if the water was drinkable but it was a handy place to fill up the watering can.

My grandmother lived on in the house with her daughter Winifred and husband Fred Dabinett and I can remember spending many a happy school holidays with them.  My aunt and uncle were almost self-sufficient, with a large area of the garden growing fruit and vegetables.  At the top of the garden was a large orchard and this was were the chickens were kept - I loved feeding them, collecting the eggs and finding big fat worms for them eat.  As well as chickens there were a few bantam hens and it was their eggs that I was given to eat - little eggs for a little girl.  I have memories of visiting another aunt and she had a small pig sty in her garden - so I guess they used to exchange pork and bacon for chickens.  But sadly the huge garden became too much work for Win and Fred and they sold up and moved to a bungalow in Langport.  The new owners have planted huge shrubs round the front borders and it is now impossible to see the front of the house.

The House at the Top of the Hill

I asked my mum once where she was born, she said in a house at the top of the hill - I assume she meant up Silver Street and this was the only house I could find.  While we were parked up and taking photos of the house and views, a farmer came out in his landrover and stopped to see if we needed help and I explained that I thought my mother was born in the house and he asked her name, when I told him he replied, in a lovely Somerset accent "ahhh, that'd be bout roight".  Shame I wasn't brave enough to ask his name as we are probably cousins!

An old postcard of the Royal Oak

With the wonders of modern day technology, it is now possible to "walk" the streets of Barrington on Google maps - they have been round the village with their camera mounted on a car and picked a lovely summer day to do it!  Lots of flowers and colours in the gardens - go take a stroll!  If you are not familiar with Google maps, go onto the site, type in Barrington, Somerset and a map comes up, keep zooming in on that and it will automatically go onto the street scenes - play around by moving your mouse around the screen, or click on the arrows on the roads.

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