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Postcards could be sent at half the letter rate, but in those days nothing could be written on them apart from the recipient's address. It was only after 1902 that a message could also be added.

This view looks eastwards along a mile of National Trust cliffs towards the coastguard cottages on the 495ft summit of White Nothe (top left), which are the highest buildings on the Dorset

Parishes were responsible for repairs to roads within their territory, but many did little or nothing to meet their obligations.

As we look across toward the village, we can see that the land is rough scrubland, nothing like the fertile valleys which the visitor will come to know.

situation had deteriorated sufficiently for beds to be placed in the corridors, and by 1881 the population had doubled to 661, with about 100 of the patients having to 'board out' - care in the community is nothing

In a document dated 1295 this area was referred to as 'Runcoure Superior' - this had nothing to do with the class of people who lived here but referred to the fact that it was on the

described Botley as 'a delightful old town with quaint shops, handsome houses, and pretty inns'.William Cobbett was equally fulsome, maintaining that Botley had everything in it that he loved and nothing

The White Lion Inn Unfortunately, construction of Stafford's new road system was accompanied by another act of civic vandalism.

There is talk of bringing back the railway, but talk costs nothing. In days of old, Whitby produced its own coal gas, and the gas works can be seen below the bridge.

mines underground are enormous, so large that miles and miles of road systems, big enough for double-decker buses, have been formed to travel around on; in fact there are 22 million cubic metres of nothing

The scale of buildings with nothing over three to four storeys has now been rudely interrupted by the 1970s seven-storey extension to the Town Hall behind the 1930s brick building (centre).

Byron hated Seaham; and the marriage was not made in heaven.

The last tour heads west from the Wiltshire border to Devonshire; we are never far from Dorset to the south. We start close to Stourhead, at King Alfred's Tower.

Such was the outcry that Goldsmith had to replace the rock at his own (not inconsiderable) expense.

This view is taken from the west, near the north-east corner of the Green, at the foot of Angel Hill. The fine west tower of All Saints dominates the scene.

Prestbury lies under the great bluff of Cleeve Hill, the destination of the tram, not the only mode of Edwardian travel in this photograph!

Nothing can be more snug and luxuriant than the mouth of the valley, which is here being turned into a long strip of garden, blooming with arbutus, rhododendrons and other choice shrubs.

Until the early 19th century, Dunoon was nothing more than a small village clustered around a castle.

No doubt the kiosk sold tickets for the boats at the end of the pier, but for a generation which knew nothing of cars it also led to a railway system opening up the delights of County Down.

There was talk of converting the horse tramway to electric traction, but nothing ever came of it.

In 1538 Roche Abbey was surrendered to the Crown and destroyed.

Nothing demonstrates the wealth of Belfast more than its ability to build fine churches ahead of the press of growing suburbs.

No one is certain about the origin of this strange name, except that it has nothing to do with Enid Blyton.

Pevsner in The Buildings of England says of Caldy: 'Cheshire is something of a Surrey of the North, but Surrey has nothing to compare with this'.