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The cottages and mature trees are typical of Bolton-by-Bowland. This beautiful village, once famous for its skilled bowmen, stands on the edge of Bowland Forest.

Below the village, seven springs spout a plentiful supply of water. These wells must have been used by locals for generations.

Below Wroxham, the River Bure flows between several broads that form wonderful boating lakes.

Dick Turpin supposedly galloped through the village on his horse, Black Bess, en route to his aunt's cottage after a hold-up on the Bath Road.

The White Horse Inn (facing us, left) is now the last of seven public houses that are said to have once traded in the village; it is remarkable that the local population of so many small

The pretty village of Elham, at the heart of the valley of that name, is clustered around its market square and this High Street, lined with buildings from several periods.

This road leads out of the village towards Carperby. Here we see North's House (centre), and Polly Miller's (left) - both named after fondly remembered former

Glandford village was built as a model village by Sir Alfred Jodrell of nearby Bayfield Hall in the late 19th century. He built the church too, reusing material from the derelict medieval church.

This photograph, looking towards The Nook, highlights the frustration of what could have been.

The village was once the seat of the diocesan church of St Asaph (Llanasaph), which dated back to the 13th century.

We are in the village centre on Queensway. The restaurant was closed for the winter here, but it certainly looked neat and tidy and waiting for the rush of summer visitors.

Home to the Heber-Percy family, Hodnet Hall was only built in the 19th century, despite its Elizabethan style.

Judging by the sign above the door, many tourists were already coming to Weobley in the 1960s. The sign reads '16th century Tudor Tea Room. Afternoon Teas. Home Made Cakes. Pottery. Gifts'.

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.

The picturesque Anton flowing through Upper Clatford. Partially visible, on the left of the photograph, in a meadow fed by the river, is the little church.

The Post Office c1955 Melbury Osmond is mentioned in the Domesday Book as belonging to the Arundell family. It stayed in their possession until about a century ago.

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

This shop frontage shows the development of the village shop into the mini-supermarket, ultra-modern for its time.

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.

We are on the Downs, just north of Seaford. The church of St Peter has a fine Norman font. Admiral Walker, who fought with Nelson, is buried here.

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

Still a village school, this is the Delamere Church of England Primary School, with a little nursery in the building just beyond.

Woodbury's village green is rarely as empty of parked cars as it was in this day in the 1960s.

This village is just one mile from Boston Spa and even less from the Great North Road.