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The last two lines of Rupert Brooke's poem 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester' have immortalised the church: 'Stands the church clock at ten to three/And is there honey still for tea?'

Porter Brook meanders its way from Forge Dam and skirts one edge of Whiteley Woods and Bingham Park before descending over the weirs into Endcliffe Wood.

Brooke House, the town centre's only housing unit, opened on 7 July 1962.

This street was once called Heol-y-Nant (Brook Street) from the brook which ran through Blaenavon.

A thatcher is at work repairing the thatch around a deep-cut dormer window.

During the Civil War the cathedral and its surrounding Close were fortified and held for the King; the rest of the city declared for Parliament.

During the floods of 1947, the River Ouse rose over the gardens of the twelve houses in River Terrace and drenched the ground floors.

This street was once called Heol-y-Nant (Brook Street) from the brook which ran through Blaenavon.

As well as the River Hodder at the east of the village, it has Crossdale Brook running through it.

We are looking from the Cross Street / Corporation Street corner.

Slaidburn nestles in a hollow with higher ground around it.As well as the River Hodder at the east of the village, it has Crossdale Brook running through it.

Now very much part of Lancashire, the village of Slaidburn was in Yorkshire at the time of our photograph.

We now turn left from the High Street into Sheaf Street and look back down the hill to Brook Street.

Cosby presents a most unusual configuration for a Leicestershire village, which with care and attention over the years could have been described as picturesque.

Children bathe in a brook on a hot day in Stanwell.

Now very much part of Lancashire, the village of Slaidburn was in Yorkshire at the time of our photograph.

The poet Rupert Brooke died in the Dardanelles in 1915.

This peaceful unassuming lane crossing the brook is typical of the quiet countryside that has now gone with the expansion of Manchester Airport.

This is a well-known beauty spot on the north face of Haytor where the Becka Brook hurtles down to join the River Bovey.

'And laughs the immortal river still/Under the mill, under the mill'.

'And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill'.

At Colesbourne the River Churn is joined by Hilcot Brook, one of the tributaries that swell this normally slow-flowing waterway on its meandering way to Cirencester.

Turning to our left, this is what we would have seen in 1903, with the Windle Brook flowing towards the viaduct.

The Wallop Brook flows past on the left toward Middle and Nether Wallop, behind the camera.