Have you ever heard of Cockayne Hatley? Nor had I until I stumbled upon it one day with my daughter, Finty. We were searching for historic sites and ghosts in Potton Wood and only a few miles from where I live in the UK is this tiny little hamlet, as old as the hills and called Cockayne Hatley. In truth, it's no more than a single, deadend lane that occupies two hills on the borders of Bedfordshire and Cambridgeshire, houses flowing down into a steep valley between. On one