English Buildings

  Venice in the North Drawn along Manchester’s Kennedy Street by the sight of an interesting looking pub, I followed my nose and ended up in...

  Making it special When I was in the Warwickshire village of Hampton Lucy the other day, my main aim was to seek out the large and imposing...

  The long view Among the multitude of things that pop up on social media, one I take notice of is a blog produced by Historic England. For ...

  Don’t look up! I’m always telling people to look up in towns – look at old facades above shopfronts, look at windows, look at old signs, l...

Looking at Coleshill again (2) Starting to think again about the lost country house of Coleshill reminded me about one thing especiall...

Well glazed Bumbling around Shropshire in search of timber-framed buildings, I came across this small gem: a Primitive Methodist chapel d...

How Tudor is it? Admiring the King’s Arms in the middle of the Northamptonshire village of Farthingstone (my photograph is taken from the...

The looker-on After my post about the lovely late-medieval manor house of Treago , someone asked me whether I'd been inside this fasc...

Three ways   In the bleak midwinter, with rain on rain in this part of the world, here's a photograph to remind us of last summer...

Building society I wonder if I would have noticed these carvings if I'd not been alerted to their presence by Nicholas Antram and R...

Postcards from England: 1. Old and new In five years of blogging I've visited and passed by many buildings, and shared a good numbe...

Tracery In compensation for the gloomy picture in the previous post, here’s a more sunny image from earlier this year. It’s the parish ch...

Windows on the world Every time I go to Bath I marvel at its Georgian architecture. The way both individual buildings and the larger plan...

Through the paths of the seas I usually blog about buildings I’ve seen or visited recently, but today I’m breaking this rule to turn your at...