Search Results

Near to this bridge in 1860, a fight took place that has gone down in the history of boxing as one of the important fights of the century.

A delivery boy rests with his bicycle between rounds on the right, while down the street a policeman looks out for traffic to direct.

The old tracks from the neighbouring village of Uplyme are the original routes into the town before the construction of the present road along the coast.

This view down into Flint is noteworthy for a number of reasons. We can see the heavy industrial scene, the chimney stacks and the Courtaulds building in the distance (left).

By 1891 the local fleet was down to 174 boats employing 860 men and boys with an annual catch valued at just under £3000.

They disappeared during the Second World War to be melted down for munitions. The Prideaux garage remains, although their agencies now seem to be Jaguar and Austin.

This building was erected in 1911 when the original inn burnt down. There has been an inn on this site since the 12th century; it was originally a cider house, part of an orchard.

The town, built in oolitic limestone, is a most attractive one: its streets curve up and down hill picturesquely.

All the way north from Burnham to Brean Down, the six miles of road behind the sand dunes and beaches has a string of bungalows, chalets, shops, caravan parks, amusement parks and holiday camps, as well

Each day at dawn, strings of racehorses would pass gracefully up the hill, as they had 100 years earlier.

We are looking down the street in the opposite direction to photograph B672001, with the Forge Hammer now on the right.

Race Hill was once the main road into Launceston from the south; it leads down to the South Gate, which is the last remnant of the old town walls.

Southgate is the only surviving gate of the three that used to give access to the old walled town.

Down the lane to the left, on the other side of the castle green, is Northgate and Doomsdale, the prison which included among its inmates the Catholic martyr St Cuthbert Mayne, the Quaker George Fox, and

Southgate is the only surviving gate of the three that used to give access to the old walled town.

On the right is Adams, the family grocer, and further down is the Rose and Crown. The village once had its own railway station and iron workings, as well as a farm with nine dairy herds.

Between Rushden and Urchester lies Knuston Hall, situated in parkland leading down to an artificial lake.

Now within the village, Frith's photographer looks down one of the estate roads, with their undistinguished 'Anywheresville' modern houses, towards the High Street.

Further down on the left is the road junction for Llangattock and Crickhowell just before the white building, the Beaufort Arms.

When the clock strikes the hour the doors slide open and Godiva rides once again, while Peeping Tom (a mythical figure) leers down at her from a niche in the wall above.

Their attention has been attracted by a fisherman handling a box on the beach, whcih could have been handed down by the person inside the boat.

The awnings are down over the windows; it is a hot, sunny day.

The figures that now look down are Nicholas Langton, a Lord Mayor, a mason holding a model of the bar and a medieval knight.

Hove's genteel grandeur continued to appeal to those who found Brighton somewhat too lively, and the town expanded north into the Downs in tides of suburban housing.