South Yorkshire Times, October 1, 1949
Round Your Way – Cadeby
Almost every other house in Cadeby seems to have some claim to farming. And all the village sounds are sounds of agriculture: the hum of tractor, the quacking of ducks, the whirr of a mowing machine; the pleasant trill of a man whistling
“Good morning to you,” said a blue-smocked housewife from beyond a low stone wall.
“Moo!” said a baritone voice in an adjoining red-painted stall, while a handsome brown and white dog, crouching on the garden wall, looked me over and wagged his tail. Cadeby’s houses are strung along the narrow road that leads to Sprotboro’. They have a fascinating variety. Some of them, with their arched, diamond-paned windows, look as though they might once have been mission churches; others are the exact prototype of those very young children will draw in an exercise book, with lots of windows, a door at one side and a chimney, with its plume of smoke, at the other, and apple trees spaced on either side of a long garden path.
These “church” windows fascinated me. But not my old Cadeby friend.
“Too fiddling,” said he “There used to be a lot when the old hall was on the go at Sprotboro’. If they were mine I’d have ’em out and a big pane put in.
Tickhill Square, at Denaby, is a pleasant green patch in the midst of industry; if ever in Denaby you think your imagination is playing you tricks, go to Cadeby, look down into the valley on Denaby’s rooftops, and you will see how really emerald green that sports area is.
Cadeby is an ideal spot from which to take an aerial view of industry. And because it looks down into the valley, Cadeby seems very pleasantly remote.