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The acres and acres of superb sand are what make these Lincolnshire coastal resorts such a pleasure; I remember donkey rides here, and indeed my daughters have also ridden the Skegness donkeys in the past

East of Southend, the Thames meets the North Sea at Shoeburyness and its long journey ends.

Known today for its caravan parks and the long sandy beach of Black Rock sands, Morfa Bychan, just west of Porthmadog, was long celebrated for the story of Dafydd Garreg-Wen, the blind harpist, known for

As we move further eastwards, the vista concludes with this dramatic portrayal of Penarth Head and its cliffs.

A mixture of near-derelict and beached craft gives this working slipway an untidy appearance that will certainly have been at odds with the fact that the majority of the boats represented someone's

Let's go home before the storm! The Lincolnshire coast is well known for its sandy beaches, and Mablethorpe and Sutton on Sea are outstanding, as this photograph shows.

The village is at the north end of a magnificent two-mile long sandy beach. Until the 1800s this stretch of coast was remote, its splendours familiar only to Ilfracombe fishermen.

The foundation stone of the chapel (left) was laid in 1910. The end of the next house is made up of alternate courses of brick and beach pebbles.

Again, the Tower is conspicuous by its absence in this view of the Palatine Hotel. Built close to both the railway station and beach, it quickly became a successful family hotel.

With the return of peace, people could again enjoy seaside holidays and once more flocked to the Lancashire resorts.

One of the few places on the north coast with access to a fine sandy beach and increasingly popular with surfers, Porthtowan is seen here in its early years of development and is hardly recognisable today

The magnificent beach at Rhosili, accessible only along narrow paths, and popular with swimmers and surfers, curves for 3 miles. The barque 'Helvetia' was wrecked here in 1877.

The eastern end of Hastings beach beside the RNLI lifeboat house is known as the 'Stade'- Saxon for 'landing place'; here the fleet of about 40 fishing boats are still winched up onto the shingle.

The awnings are still up on the bandstand and the musicians are tuning up in readiness for the afternoon matinee. A colourful throng is being entertained by pierrots on the beach.

Between the High Street and the Beach village, where the fishing community lived, were 12 narrow alleys, known as Scores.

Beyond the headland, the intrusion of industrial Cardiff into this view illustrates just how close the large docks were – albeit as the crow flies.

Old fishing boats, some decommissioned, are beached on the foreshore on the Lelant side of the estuary.

This row of diminutive, white cottages provided accommodation for the Coastguards maintaining a watch along this busy stretch of the Kent coastline with its treacherous offshore sandbanks.

'Quick Mum, get the ice cream whilst there's no queue!' The much loved and heavily patronised refreshment kiosk was an obligatory port of call for all families enjoying a day out at the beach.

This shows a quiet day at Barry beach, with the only sign of life a rowing boat with its landing ramp.

Barricane Beach is behind the camera, and we see the broad expanse of Woolacombe sands stretching away south towards Croyde.

To the north beyond Ingoldmells, and rather more genteel, is Chapel St Leonards, where my mother used to holiday in the 1930s.

Large cargo ships standing off the mouth of the River Tees are still a familiar sight today.

A path leads from the tiny village across the fields to low cliffs above this quiet beach.