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Kettering resident remembers the town centre in the 1920s and 1930s when policemen, with arms outstretched, directed what little traffic there was, errand-boys cycled through the streets loaded with baskets of

A Howe, a ladies and gents' tailor, is now a florist; the coach builders' on the left has been replaced by a modern supermarket.

A pair of boats prepares to enter a lock. The left-hand one – the 'Stafford' – sports its Fellows, Morton & Clayton livery, a company that stopped trading when the canals were nationalised in 1948.

Although only a few miles from Plymouth to the south and Tavistock to the north, Bere Alston feels quite remote, situated on the peninsula between the Tamar and Tavy.

It is a classic example of contour cutting by the engineer Samuel Simcock: there are no locks, because the canal hugs the contours of the land.

The working classes were very superstitious and, although wary of the gypsies, their curiosity would get the better of them and they would pay to buy the wares or have their palms read.

For decades, music was a feature of everyday life during the Harrogate season. Late morning concerts were held both at the Crescent and the Winter Gardens.

When it opened in 1898, the pier was the terminus for the Swansea and Mumbles Railway, whose trains can be seen taking people to their destination on the first official day of pier business.

The county town of Bodmin has a distinguished history, with origins dating back to the time of the Normans. Town lads are lounging on the pavement near the Royal Hotel.

The beautiful valley of Eskdale runs down from some of the highest ground in the Lake District to reach the sea at Ravenglass.

So busy was London bridge at peak times that the authorities were compelled to station police constables along the central rib of the roadway to encourage a smooth flow of traffic.

Set against the background of the Lakeland peaks, the Castlerigg circle, near Keswick, forms a beautiful setting for what is considered to be one of the oldest stone circles in England.

The shade of an old lime tree at the foot of the village green provides an excellent spot for this family's picnic.

The round building is all that survives of the former castle chapel. It is actually the nave of the chapel; the chancel (which would have been on the right) was long since demolished.

Open-air swimming pools are probably the direct descendants of the sea-bathing craze that swept the country during the 19th century. Many towns had open-air pools, though few now survive.

This is a tale of two paths. A growing army of walkers now take the wide path which snakes up the Sugar Loaf to the left.

Looking down from the White Horse can be seen the flat-topped Dragon's Hill where, legend has it, St George slew the Dragon; the white markings on the side are where the blood of the Dragon ran down in

Ipswich, at the head of the Orwell Estuary, has been a major port for centuries. Here, a sailing barge negotiates the lock gates.

In this view, the horse and dog troughs are still attached to the Dryland Memorial, and a row of sitters is taking advantage of the shade. The war memorial is on the extreme right.

A green lung in the centre of the town, the park was given to Whitby by Alderman Pannett.

There is just space to bring a few open fishing boats between the rocks to a slipway at this little cove down by the granite cliffs of Gwennap Head.

St Blazey is a modest town that sits inland from the port of Par in St Austell Bay.

Situated almost a mile inland from the castle, Tintagel village has a single plain street, a confusion of antique slate buildings and tawdry modern bungalows and shops.

The ladies of the town used to meet in Main Street at the Loft Café.