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Up to the Second World War, Bacton remained a sleepy fishing hamlet.

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

With fewer people about on a less sunny day, the three tiers of the sea front are clearer to see, with the road and pavement to the left separated from the wide Promenade below by trim hedges.

The bathing machines are doing good business. In the 1720s, it was the custom for those 'taking the waters' to bathe in the sea.

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

This is a good view of one of the few places with access to a good beach for many miles of slate coast, although even then the sand is covered at high tide. Gull Rock is offshore.

Today, behind the tents and huts to the right there is a massice holiday camp development.

A typical scene on many of the beaches in the area: bathing machines are lined up along the water's edge waiting for customers.

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

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

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

Mount Pleasant Inn still stands above the marshlands of Dawlish Warren, though it has changed somewhat since this photograph was taken.

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.

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.

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.

This is a fine view of the 'lost beach' of Gorleston, so named because after years of erosion it has been reduced to a fraction of the size we see here.

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.

At the beginning of the last millennium, marauding Danes landed on these sandy Devon beaches and put the village of Exmouth to fire and sword.

From the beginning of the 19th century most resorts had bathing machines in which bathers could change while being dragged into the sea, initially by horses and later by winches.

Blue Anchor is a hamlet in Carhampton parish, and it takes its name from the local inn. In 1874 it became a halt on the Taunton to Minehead railway line, now the privately run West Somerset Railway.

The unmade road leads from the village to the beach. The sand-dunes are covered with marram grass, which helps knit them together and prevent erosion on this windy coast.