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Skelton Lane leads down through the commercial centre of Brotton.

The first tended to break down and the second could only carry eight cars.

We are looking down the street, away from the parish church, which gave the street its name. Church Street was never as busy or popular as Market Street.

At its east end, down by the River Wey, is a superb brick manor house of the 1680s, which has been much altered subsequently and is now divided into apartments.

We are looking south down the High Street, which runs from London Road towards the railway station. Crawley Hill is in the distance, covered in more spacious suburbs.

They extend down to Devonshire Head (centre right). The view is from Furze Close, beside the grounds of Ware House (to the left).

Baily's family turned down an offer to have him buried in Westminster Abbey when he died in 1844. Instead they chose a simple tomb in a Berkshire village.

The impressive lozenge-shaped stone came from a surface outcrop of sarsen stones (the word sarsen derives from Saracen, and means stranger) which can be found on the Marlborough Downs about two miles away

Rip tides up and down the strait made the ferry a dangerous option, and earned the Menai the nickname 'the British Bosphorus'.

Today, the increase in size of vessels has led to a new port being created down-river at Avonmouth. Visiting ships now miss this magnificent suspension bridge.

This is a 16th-century building par excellence, much altered and added to down the centuries; it is timbered, tile hung and jettied, and bears a cluster of tall chimneys.

We are on the slope of the Downs between Eastbourne and Polegate. A nearby vantage point at Combe hill is 638 feet high.

The wall on the right was knocked down and a garage built. This disappeared in 1997, replaced by a pretty park. The Post Office has gone, and the Westward Ho!

This view looks down towards the Cross from the A46 Bath Road. At the bottom of the slope is the clock tower and George Street, in which is found one of the largest kettles in the country.

We are looking east down the wide sweep of Swaledale, where we can reflect on the beauty of this, the quietest of the northern dales.

From this view it is obvious that the town occupies a ridge between the two rivers: the land drops to the Great Ouse (see the previous views) and to the Ouzel, as we see here - this view was

The building is of about 1300 with an unbuttressed west tower of 1707, when its spire was taken down. As

During World War II it and the distinctive iron railings were dismantled and stored, thus escaping being melted down for Spitfires, and reinstated in 1949.

The Town Hall is down Duke Street on the right.

The old town of Cliffe, destroyed by fire in 1520, was revived briefly by the cement industry in the second half of the 19th century.

Most of the shops on the right have awnings pulled down to protect their wares and produce from the sun.

The building seen in the photograph appears as an atmospheric drinkers' dream pub, with its low doorway stepping down into a dark panelled bar, with its inevitably yellowy-brown smoke-stained ceiling.

This view down Silver Street, widened here at the junction with Gold Street in the 1930s, looks towards Dalkieth Place.

The Village 1902 Here we look south down the main road into the village as it nears the estuary.