All Saints Cottenham

I had an appointment in Histon after work and, as I was very early, I drove along to the next village, Cottenham. When my brother and I were little, our parents had some friends who lived in a very old house in Cottenham right next to the church. They had goats and chickens and were virtually self sufficient. Sometimes we’d stay overnight and I’d lay awake, terrified in the dark, listening to the church clock chime every hour and the homemade wine gurgling away in the corner of the room. I found their house today and it brought back all the lovely memories of milking the goats and feeding the baby goats, making biscuits and bread and playing in their lovely big garden.