Bossington doesn't really have a high street to read, and that's the point of it. It's a scatter of stone and cob cottages tucked between Exmoor and the coast, the kind of hamlet you pass through on the way to somewhere with a car park and a National Trust sign, rather than a destination with its own gravity. There's no visible centre pulling in a particular crowd — what you notice instead is the landscape doing the work: the coastal path, the wooded combes, the sense that the buildings are guests on the land rather than the reason for it. I can't give you the working detail here — no figures on schools, transport links, or crime for Bossington itself have come through, which for a hamlet this size isn't unusual; places this small often sit below the threshold where that kind of local data gets collected separately from the wider parish or district. What I can say with a straight face is the regional and national backdrop it sits against: the South West runs an older median age than the rest of England (44 versus 40), and house prices across Somerset and the South West track close to or above the national median, so if Bossington behaves anything like its neighbours, expect an older population and a house-price conversation pitched somewhat above the England-wide norm rather than below it. Beyond that, I'd be guessing, and guessing isn't the job. If you're drawn to Bossington, you're likely drawn to it for reasons a spreadsheet was never going to capture anyway — the coast path, the quiet, the lack of a queue. Just go and look at it in person before you commit, because this is a place better judged by standing in it than by reading about it.