The red sandstone remains of Cockersand Abbey sit on a windswept, coastal site overlooking Cockerham Sands. I hadn’t visited the tiny, resilient chapel for many years but a year ago, I re-discovered it on a stormy day as part of my desire to celebrate beautiful and interesting places close to home. Being in the area again on Saturday, I returned. It’s bleak place, even on a sunny day, but the ruins retain a haunting charm and it isn’t difficult to hear whispers of plainsong on the wind, a lasting legacy of the monks offering their devotions over 900 years ago.
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