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Clarach consists of dispersed settlements in a fertile valley to the north of Aberystwyth, from which it is accessible by foot over Constitution Hill.

By the 1920s, promenaders along Undercliff Drive had to cope with a modest increase in motor traffic, though the majority of visitors preferred to walk or cycle.

This quiet little corner is on the north side of Torquay and reached by way of a romantic wooded ravine.

This quiet little corner is on the north side of Torquay and reached by way of a romantic wooded ravine.

The small beach to the left is at Prechers Rock.

Beer remains a fishing village, if not quite on the scale of yesteryear, and there are still a number of family-owned boats.

The beach may have been home to bathing machines by day, but at night there were other things going on - in 1853 a raid by customs men revealed 153 casks of smuggled rum and brandy.

Torquay has long been a magnet for holidaymakers from all over the country. Its gentle climate in all seasons has proved irresistible.

H Absalon offered bathing huts, but only for the use of ladies and children.This was where they could discreetly enter the water, hidden from prying eyes.There were other huts for men.

They must have been useful as changing huts, but surely not to make sea-bathing discreet and private, as in Victorian times.

This tranquil creek, three miles south of Truro, is one of many on the River Fal. Here two girls are enjoying the sunlight.

Holidaymakers and day trippers have been drawn to the sandy beach at the mouth of the Seaton valley.

When we contrast this view with the one taken in 1901, the bathing machines have gone, to be replaced by chang- ing tents and the long lines of beach huts.

Disturbed water at the cliff base indicates the power and force of the seas as they surge into the bay and crash against the beach.

The esplanade Hotel (left) stands on the north side of the Promenade; horse-drawn brakes wait for passengers from either the beach or the hotel, bound for the railway station in the town centre.

A big sea is running into the famous cove, as if to emphasise the rugged grandeur of the west coast of the Lizard.

The tram lift saves a long, tiring climb to the top of the hill.

Rather curiously, the High Street turns sharp right at this road junction, and heads down to the beach. The road in the centre distance is the Coast Road to Redcar.

The sea walls still show some resemblance to the walls of a jetty. By the 1950s, visitors to the beach were mainly from the numerous caravan sites in the area.

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

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

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 building with the tower is known as Low Lighthouse, although it has now been converted into the Maritime Museum. Built in 1818, it replaced an earlier wooden structure.

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.