Every so often in family history you find an ancestor whose whole life seems to belong to a single place. My fifth great-grandfather, Robert Ferry, is one of those. When he died in November 1863, the Newcastle Guardian marked his passing with a few lines that say more than most gravestones: At Low Hall, Farnacres, on the 8th inst., aged 84, Mr Robt. Ferry, much respected. The deceased, for the long period of 66 years, was gardener to the family of the Right Hon. Lord Ravenswo