
I drove towards the care home before heading north. At the top of the road I turned left into the village of Ferring. This is the first thing you see. There don't seem many names until you realise that Ferring was only a tiny village until it was developed after WWII. The poppy wreaths are still in place from Nov 11th as they will remain until they look tatty.

Opposite the war memorial is this garage. The name will be familar to any motor enthusiast. Sadly, the great John Cooper died a couple of years ago. The business is now run by his son.


This traditional brick & flint cottage is for sale if you're interested.

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That's it for now. I then headed for some old childhood haunts.
PS. I forgot to mention that Ferring is unusual in that, except for on the main road through the village, there are no street lights.