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Sitting lofty and proud on the road to the famous dockyard, this majestic building, built in 1900, was once the centre of the town's administration until it moved to Strood during an amalgamation of Medway

Road improvements in the 1960s swept away these stone houses to make way for the greater convenience of the motorist. The mature cyclist is about to free-wheel into the High Street off to the right.

Brooke House, the town centre's only housing unit, opened on 7 July 1962. A 14-storey block of 84 flats, it was named after Henry Brooke, the former Housing Minister.

Now very much part of Lancashire, the village of Slaidburn was in Yorkshire at the time of our photograph.

The last two lines of Rupert Brooke's poem 'The Old Vicarage, Grantchester' have immortalised the church: 'Stands the church clock at ten to three/And is there honey still for tea?'

This street was once called Heol-y-Nant (Brook Street) from the brook which ran through Blaenavon.

A thatcher is at work repairing the thatch around a deep-cut dormer window. The poet Rupert Brooke lived in this picturesque village.

During the floods of 1947, the River Ouse rose over the gardens of the twelve houses in River Terrace and drenched the ground floors.

Little has changed in this view of the brook running through the estate village. On the left, the old bakery is now augmented by a tea room.

This pastoral scene posed by the photographer is charming; it shows the steep village street leading to the cottages grouped around the stocks, church and inn.

The hall, parts of which date from 1550, has been re-built and added to over the years.

During the Civil War the cathedral and its surrounding Close were fortified and held for the King; the rest of the city declared for Parliament. Parliamentarian troops under Lord Brooke attacked.

As well as the River Hodder at the east of the village, it has Crossdale Brook running through it.

The hall, parts of which date from 1550, has been re-built and added to over the years.

We are looking from the Cross Street / Corporation Street corner. The art of bartering was just dying out.

We now turn left from the High Street into Sheaf Street and look back down the hill to Brook Street. The scene appears very quiet, with only one car and a cyclist to be seen.

Now very much part of Lancashire, the village of Slaidburn was in Yorkshire at the time of our photograph.

Cosby presents a most unusual configuration for a Leicestershire village, which with care and attention over the years could have been described as picturesque.

Children bathe in a brook on a hot day in Stanwell. Perhaps their parents are seeking a different kind of refreshment in the nearby Rising Sun public house.

The poet Rupert Brooke died in the Dardanelles in 1915. In the years that followed, the village became a popular place to visit, with a number of places of refreshment springing up.

This is a well-known beauty spot on the north face of Haytor where the Becka Brook hurtles down to join the River Bovey.

'And laughs the immortal river still/Under the mill, under the mill'. So wrote the poet Rupert Brooke about Grantchester's mill. The river may well be immortal, but the mill certainly was not.

'And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill'. So wrote the poet Rupert Brooke about Grantchester's mill. The river may well be immortal, but the mill certainly was not.

The name 'cropredy' is thought to come from Old English - 'redy' meaning brook. The village lies on the banks of the Oxford Canal and the river Cherwell.