The original structure hosted Falmouth’s first bus service in 1930, was registered as a garage in 1933, and has stayed a garage ever since. Mark has owned it for the past 22 years. The front half of the original building once operated as a “blowing house” a tin-smelting workshop, giving the garage its name.

Chosen by a postcode lottery rather than by taste or referral, this documentary begins in an ordinary car garage found by chance. Over a week, I worked at floor level; among tea mugs, tyre dust and MOT slips, watching how engines are listened to as much as they are measured. The piece follows a small team through the day’s rhythms: bonnets up at first light; parts runs; quick fixes that become long jobs; the quiet diplomacy with customers who need the car back by school pick-up. It’s a study of care and improvisation, hands black with grease, tools laid out by habit, invoices written over a low radio hum; showing how skill, trust and time keep a neighbourhood moving.