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.