Congresbury is safe in the way that makes for terrible gossip. About seventy recorded crimes per thousand people a year, which is roughly a fifth below the North Somerset average. Two hundred and sixty incidents across a whole year in a village of this size. The Congresbury Yeo does more to disrupt daily life than anyone with criminal intent. If you moved here for excitement, that was your first mistake.
The numbers back the quiet. The recorded crime rate sits at roughly seventy per thousand residents, about twenty-two percent under the wider North Somerset figure, and that gap is the whole story. It is not that Congresbury has one good street propping up a rough average. The village runs consistently below the area it belongs to. Two hundred and sixty crimes over twelve months is the kind of total a decent-sized town clears before lunch. Nobody is going to pretend a place this size generates a crime wave, because it doesn't, and the figures refuse to invent one for the sake of drama. There are no streets here doing the heavy lifting on the stats, no strip of trouble that locals learn to route around. The published rate is the published rate, and it points one direction.
What that means in practice is unremarkable, and unremarkable is exactly what people buying into a village want. The people who fret about safety here tend to be the ones who arrived from somewhere with an actual reputation and can't quite believe the silence. Congresbury is as safe as the data gets, sitting well under its local benchmark with nothing in the numbers to argue against it. Buy here for the quiet or don't buy here at all. The village isn't going to apologise for being boring in the one category where boring is the entire point.