Cold-ingham

I vaguely think I went to Coldingham around 40 years ago but today I went there and there was no vagueness this time round.
The road on the A1 signposted for Coldingham gave the impression that it would be just round-the-corner sort of thing.
Instead it seemed that mile after mile was taking me on a wild goose chase.
But I did of course arrive.
Went on to Eyemouth after. Well, might as well go the whole hog after so much effort.
(What am I talking about "effort". Do I not remember the days of not driving but instead taking a bus or a train everywhere and all the walking and the carrying of heavy bags. I never want to take the luxury of driving for granted. Especially when it wasn't even me driving today. Lordy lordy).