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Somerton was once a thriving medieval town with fairs, markets, trade and inns.

After the packet-boats moved to Dun Laoghaire, Howth settled down to life as a fishing harbour. The harbour was the scene of Nationalist gun-running in 1914.

Located at the western extremity of the South Downs, Buriton captures the essence of the traditional English vil- lage.

The unsurfaced roads and thickly wooded banks climb down the steep slopes at the end of the Vale of Pewsey.

This view looks down Bexhill's original High Street. In the distance is Barrack Hall, occupied by a garrison of troops during the Napoleonic Wars.

The Bridge Hotel, which here stands squarely in the background at the end of the footpath, burnt down in 1987 and has not been replaced.

Just down the river is the internationally famous seal sanctuary, founded in the 1950s by midlander Ken Jones to take care of sick, injured or orphaned seals.

We are looking down Manchester Road, the A56; the road looks quiet and almost asleep. The Lord Nelson Hotel is on the right.

Dorchester Road 1906 Maiden Newton makes a good centre for exploring the Dorset downs. Many visitors walk up to the Iron Age hillfort of Eggardon.

The children seem less happy, one lying down and the other trying to keep the wind out. Note the beach huts on the right-hand side.

Cat Gill is the stream which plunges under the bridge on its way down to meet Derwent Water.

This is the view down Smithy Lane, Bradwell, looking towards the green escarpment of Bradwell Edge in the background. Note the non-conformist chapel on the extreme right.

Bruton's High Street prospered from medieval times with the woollen industry, which grew along the Brue - gardens behind the houses ran down to the river.

Grotesque gargoyles (like those at Winchcombe church) look down from the church into the Market Square. Some of the town's fine Georgian buildings can be seen here.

Anna Gurney, the translator of the 'Anglo-Saxon Chronicle', lived here for many years: she was paralysed and had to be carried down to the nearby beach that she loved.

Up until just over a hundred years ago, a watercourse, or lode, ran down the centre of this street.

Feeding the animals in the Forest is now strictly forbidden, as a number of animals have been run down by cars after having been lured to the roadside.

This fine view shows the River Taw meandering down to the Long Bridge (just left of centre), and behind the bridge the dark wooded mound of the castle, built in the 10th century.

Branscombe runs down a beautiful little valley ('Brannoc's combe') to a break in the cliffs with a tiny beach.

Further down the main road through the village we see the stream, which is still here, and in the distance St Agatha's chapel of 1849. The house on the left is now demolished.

Further down, into High Street, most buildings survive, with the attractively treed former cattle market on the left, whose trees were originally planted in 1887 as an avenue to the Hospital

This final view over Emery Down shows the extent to which the deep woodlands of the New Forest cluster around this ancient settlement. This wildness has survived into the 21st century.

Rationalisation has seen a good many of them close down.

The impressive facade of the Hotel Metropole, with the Ship Hotel next door, faced the end of the Jetty to greet the thousands of holidaymakers who travelled down on the paddle steamers.