"Villages like Cottingham clamber
up and down a hillside so steep that often your view across the deep
ever-changing valley into the blue distance is over someone's chimney
pots. These are the windswept villages through which a North-Easter will
whistle and boom, led straight in from the Fens by the narrowing funnel of
the vale of the Welland.
They are bleak in Winter, but in Summer there are few places more inviting
to the traveller with lazy hours to spend. Cottingham
has a secluded tree-fringed dell where you may sit with old
men and watch boys play cricket. There you might believe that the
industrial revolution had never come to England and that the more daring
of the boys might grow up to captain a clipper, but would certainly never
travel by devilish means and at unnatural speeds through the sky."
Northamptonshire, Tony Ireson, 1954
"....Few villages in Northamptonshire are built on
such a declivity, for it is scattered down the steep scarp above the
Welland and looks a long way into Leicestershire. With its fine church,
its houses mainly of stone and attractively dispersed, and its excellent
situation, Cottingham has much to recommend it."
Extract from Discovering
Northamptonshire, Jack Gould, 1969