tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083684017954117107.post196729952025259353..comments2024-03-19T08:06:06.018+00:00Comments on Life of a Fifty-Something Yorkshireman: All ChangeRarelesserspottedhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15865928245970626612noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5083684017954117107.post-50830324858457590202013-12-10T08:12:52.550+00:002013-12-10T08:12:52.550+00:00I wish I could say some of the names sound familia...I wish I could say some of the names sound familiar, but really, the only memories I have of Cottingham are Auntie May and her antimacassars and over-filled house, and my late husbands Grandmama Hurdle. I remember Cottingham as a small place (remember I lived in Hull at the time) filled with lots of trees and gardens with flowers, large houses in the main too. Still, it was a nice walk, thank you.Edwinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439221693794136665noreply@blogger.com