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Further down the street was the village maltings.

The village still has a peaceful and quiet air about it, though the narrow streets can cause problems with traffic in the holiday season.

Bladon was once a sleepy little village, but Grove Road is a great deal busier today than it was in 1960.

The village has grown quite considerably since the mid 1950s.

Also known as the Blind House from its lack of windows, the Roundhouse was the village lock-up. Built in 1779, it sometimes held children playing truant from school.

A stroll across the water meadows of the River Itchen brings the traveller to the village of St Cross, seen here just after the end of the First World War.

If you think there is a rather large white gravestone in the church graveyard, you are wrong: it happens to be the village pump.

The A30 through Mitchell became a bottleneck known to thousands of summer holiday makers; but now that it has been by-passed, we may be thankful that the village has returned to this

When this photograph was taken, the village was an isolated rural community with most of its inhabitants engaged in agriculture.

Welburn was developed as an estate village in the late 19th century around the vast lands surrounding Castle Howard.

Blackmore is a typically well kept Essex village. The war memorial lists the names of members of the armed forces who lost their lives, especially in the First World War.

It overlooks the village of Hope and the gabled house known as Moorgate (centre right), which now serves as a Countrywide (formerly Co-operative) Holidays Association guest house.

Taxal Lodge was a boarding school on the outskirts of the village. Note the single-storey extension and the fire escape ladder from the upper bedroom in the gable of the main building.

This tiny fishing village is reached by way of a steep path, and squats in a cove surrounded by rocky slopes. Coastal vessels docked here to take on stone from the quarries at St Keverne close by.

In this charming photograph, a collie sheepdog marshals a flock of white-nosed Swaledale sheep past the village green at Buckden.

The village pub was, and often still is, the heart of the community. Whilst The Red Lion is still a pub, its appearance is changed—its porch is now a solid one.

The family were great benefactors to the village, hence the name of these almshouses. Notice the man working in his vegetable plot on the right of the picture.

Since the 1960s Earls Barton has doubled in size; now the new housing estates in the village attract commuters who travel daily to Northampton, Wellingborough and elsewhere.

The village general stores and post office once housed its own manual telephone exchange.

Livestock in a Cornish village is not unusual, but Gweek now has some rather unusual mammalian residents.

The whitewashed cottages of the village cluster around the church where the Yewdale Beck enters to the western side of Coniston Water.

Beyond the terraced streets of the village is Woodchester Mansion, set in a remote valley and keeping its secrets within an unfinished masterpiece of Victorian architecture; mysteries and

Carpenter and smallholder Alexander William ('Billy') Day (in the cart) played the double bass in the village band wihch was restarted in 1946.

This quaint village came under the jurisdiction of Woking up to recent times.