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From outside the Squirrel's Head public house, Hare Hall Lane (now Upper Brentwood Road) stretches off towards Hare Street.
The photographer is standing close to Hare Lane, out of shot on the left.
By the 1930s the tiny hamlet of Hare Street had been swallowed up into Gidea Park.
Hare Street existed long before the creation of the garden suburb of Gidea Park but has now all but lost its separate identity.
The word `street` is an ancient term meaning a row of buildings often sharing a common pavement and does not refer to the roadway passing by them.
The word 'street' is an ancient term meaning a row of buildings often sharing a common pavement and does not refer to the roadway passing by them.
Hare Street existed long before the creation of the garden suburb of Gidea Park but has now all but lost its separate identity.
There would also have been hare and rabbit, shot or snared by the local gamekeepers and their labourers — rabbit was generally consumed by the working classes.
This evocative view, wholly unchanged today, is barely 200 yards from the busy High Street.
From the arches of the Georgian Guildhall the camera looks down White Hart Street.
Little has changed here. Street
Little has changed here. Street
From the arches of the Georgian Guildhall the camera looks down White Hart Street.
From the arches of the Georgian Guildhall the camera looks down White Hart Street.
We are now looking east along Hart Street towards the parish church of St Mary.
The photographer walked away from the river bridge up Hart Street towards the Town Hall in Market Place and turned back by the Bell Street junction to take this view towards the church with its dominating
Here we are looking west along Hart Street with its interesting shops, inns and tearooms.
Bridge Street is one of the main streets of the city of Chester, and still follows the original street plan laid down by the Romans.
The quiet street scene gives no hint of an industrial past.
Even though barely a dozen people were eligible to vote, the inns set their barrels out on the street, and it is said that 'the Bletchingley cobbles ran with beer'.
