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Jack Rattenbury, the 'Rob Roy of the West', was born at Beer in 1778 and experienced a series of adventures at sea before settling down to a life of smuggling along this wild and lonely

A family walk down Magazine Lane Slipway onto the beach. This is close to the site of the magazines: ships entering the Mersey had to deposit any gunpowder there during their stay in port.

Halfway down on the left, an ironstone wall retains two mullioned windows from a former cottage. Because it was thought to add character to the village, it was saved from demolition.

This view was taken further down the shopping precinct. In the distance are high-rise flats.

The town grew up at the gates of the abbey on a low island amid the surrounding marshes, receiving its charter in 1142.

Here we see unsaddled horses being led down the street. Could they be going to a Tattersalls sale?

Barges plied up and down the Wharfe delivering to the breweries, including John Smith's at Tadcaster, pictured here.

Cromer stands high and bracing on its breezy cliffs, from which stairs and zig-zag paths lead down to the sands. On undeveloped tastes Cromer would be thrown away.

The landlords of the Bridgend Inn, the rear of which is on the left, were George and Betty Dobson, and the busy boat hire business operating from the hut further down the towpath was owned by a Mr

Fittings from Hawkhill in Edinburgh were saved by the Scottish Georgian Society just two days before the building burnt down. Culdees Castle was demolished in 1967.

Epsom Downs with its close-cropped turf and easy access from London was the place for it.

Workmen are shovelling china clay down chutes into the hold.

Sloping gently down to the River Windrush, Burford's High Street is lined with a wonderful variety of old buildings.

The weather-boarded building on the right is Barham's gunsmiths, closed down after legislation destroyed its viability.

The lane leads down to Fore Street.

There was once a railway running down the middle of this street and around the corner at the end. It went to Westward Ho! and Appledore, and ran for sixteen years, closing in March 1917.

A little further down, however, it surges over a weir where a watermill used to stand.

Looking down Gloucester Street, this view shows St Peter's in the distance. This 15th-century church is noted for its grotesque gargoyles. The interior was substantially renovated in 1872.

Havant is a busy little town overlooking Langstone Harbour; its church recalls the time of Roman and Norman invaders.

Down the hill to the left lie the delights of the Logan Rock Inn, while turning right after the telephone box leads to a beautiful campsite high above Porthcurno beach.

Its claim to fame is the Barn Stone - a huge granite boulder swept down from Scotland during the last Ice Age.

We now start to go down the Frimley Road, and this is the junction with Edward Avenue.

The original family home burnt down in a fierce blaze on Christmas Day 1845.

From Castle Hill we look down on the Esplanade, with the Beach Hotel in the middle distance.