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We are looking south down the length of Windermere from Todd Crag, a southern outlier of Loughrigg Fell above the hamlet of Clappersgate.

The murderer William Chadwick was tracked down and eventually stood trial at Liverpool Assizes. He was hanged in April 1890. Dominating our picture is St John the Baptist Church.

In the days when the Reverend William Downes was rector, and William Wilkinson kept the Leeds Arms, local farmers included Joseph Booth, Jonathan Marshall, Maude Thomas, John Shirt and Thomas Stanland.

The two cyclists meandering down the middle of the road would not be able to do so for long today!

Half a mile from Lyndhurst and yet located within the parish lies the scattered hamlet of Emery Down, surrounded by peaceful forest glades and countryside.

The tide here is fierce, roaring up and down at several knots. Under the right-hand section of the bridge, the swivelling mechanism can be seen.

On the left, just down from the bank, is the Guildhall, which was built in 1839 on the site of the old market house.

Fifteen years or so before this picture was taken, in the summer of 1940, an enemy aircraft was shot down over Kings Somborne and crashed in a field just outside the village.

The River Winniford (right), trickling down the valley from Chideock village, seeps into Lyme Bay through a bank of pebbles below the Anchor Inn (centre).

We are looking east down the broad, U-shaped valley of Swaledale from the oddly-named village of Low Row.

The reconstruction narrowed the street, which once had a row of shops down the middle. To the left is the spire of St Mary's Church.

It prospered thanks to coal mining, and packhorses carried the coal down the street to the Fosse Way. Nowadays it is a prosperous commuting area, and modern semis punctuate the old stone cottages.

A dark spine of conifers runs down the middle of the long garden, which is just a narrow strip of land between Plymouth Road and the cemetery.

This is a narrow street of 18th- and 19th-century houses leading down to the harbour.

Coastal Suffolk may not be the first place you would think of for a skyscraper, but the charming Tudor redbrick folly Freston Tower could fit the bill, albeit in a scaled-down manner.

Famous for its liquorice 'cakes' or sweets, Pontefract is an ancient market town at the junction of the Rivers Aire and Calder, south of Castleford.

From the arches of the Georgian Guildhall the camera looks down White Hart Street. The buildings on the right replace medieval market place encroachment.

Much of its architecture dates from the 19th century, a reminder that the Victorians made this island their own as a holiday and residential location.

The shop awnings are down and the men are wearing their boaters. Smartly-dressed holidaymakers are wandering up the slope from the Promenade, perhaps to take a genteel cup of tea at the Royal Hotel.

The two cyclists meandering down the middle of the road would not be able to do so for long today!

This view down St Giles Street has the Guildhall tower in the distance and the 1938 Co-op on the right, a building in Art Deco style.

Like Dawley, Oakengates sits on old coal mines and iron works, which have all now closed down.

There are 99 steps from the Pontsarn Hotel down to the Blue Pool.

Devoran developed in the 19th century when a mineral railway was built to carry copper ore from the mines around Redruth down to a port at the head of Restronguet Creek, just visible at