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While Chorley Old Hall is still recognisable for what it was, and lies, still with its moat, on the outskirts of Alderley Edge village, Hawthorn Hall, originally part of the hamlet of Morley, is

Horses graze the rich meadows that keep the waters of the Bure from the village street. Here are handsome pantile-roofed red-brick houses. A rotted hulk squats in a narrow inlet.

A village existed here in Saxon times, and records show that King Alfred gave land for a church here in the 8th century.

Near the village are the remains of a sizeable Iron Age hill-fort.

The old village, which consisted of about eighteen houses, lay to the south-west of Belsay Castle - or rather it did until the early 19th century, when Sir Charles Monck had it demolished and moved to

Thomas Hardy's parents were married in the village church in 1839.

The Plough Inn, now known as Toad Hall, has long provided a place of refreshment to both villagers and travellers alike.

Chelsea still had the feel of a village, with some gardens, including the Chelsea Physic Garden and Chelsea Hospital Gardens, running down to the river.

Three small children play on the long village street leading up the hill to the church, lined with well-kept red-brick and timbered cottages and neat gardens, and with the Swan public house halfway along

The nearby hamlet of Staylittle allegedly took its name from a village blacksmith who was so quick at shoeing horses that his smithy became known as Stay-a-Little.

Grindleford's war memorial (left) at the foot of Sir William Hill in the upper part of the village is based on the design of Eyam's Saxon preaching cross, and so it repeats the strange truncated appearance

Boroughbridge is another village which was formerly bisected by the A1, but is now bypassed.

Moorland sheep scatter in front of the Goathland Hotel in the pretty North York Moors village of Goathland.

The village takes its name from the well on the south side of the churchyard. It gained importance from the ferry which it operated over the Ouse to Fen Drayton.

Maybe the unmetalled roads in all villages looked like this after a heavy storm in 1906, but this scene is also a reminder of Britford's close proximity to the Avon.

This little group is a fine example of grand architecture on a small scale, typical of estate villages where uniformity in building style blends in so well with the landscape.

This view looks south down the hill to the village. The churchyard is on the right, and the wooded ridge of the spur south of Dursley flows across the horizon.

Maybe the unmetalled roads in all villages looked like this after a heavy storm in 1906, but this scene is also a reminder of Britford's close proximity to the Avon.

The parish church of Clewer village, now part of Windsor, St Andrew’s retains its village character in its old traditional setting.

The arid area of grass and the 1950s housing (both family and sheltered) could, with a lightness of touch, have provided a more special entrance to the village from the north, under the shadow of

This ancient and beautiful village dates back to Saxon times. The beacon on Pendle Hill is said to be Saxon, and the field known as Kirkacre was in existence when Alfred the Saxon was chieftain.

The village observed old customs: Shrove Tuesday pancake collecting, and Collop Monday, when slices of bacon were begged for after pig killing.

This thatched cottage sits at the northern end of the village and was once a pub whose custom came from those travelling to and from Shropshire.

The village is tucked away in the Vale of Mawgan, five miles north-east of Newquay. The Falcon Inn stands at the bottom of the lane.