When 11-year-old Jeremy Wells moved home with his family from a bustling London suburb to the Sussex Coast, he was scarcely prepared for the weird and wonderful world he would encounter.
Here was a place in which goats used public transport, buses waited for people, trains didn’t fit the stations and seeing a film was the last reason for going to the cinema. And the neighbours were even stranger . . .
In this affectionate and hilarious recollection of forty years ago, the author recalls the culture-shock of a family moving to an ancient town by the sea which was just two hours – and two decades – away from the capital.