The way we were photographs from the country life archive

Lee Miller threw herself into life, dancing at Surrealist balls, taking fashion to Blitz-torn streets and dreaming up blue-spaghetti recipes, all the time intoxicating men and fighting inner demons, as Mary Miers reveals

At the southern end of the Yorkshire Dales lie the ruins of Bolton Abbey, ingrained in my memory since I first marvelled at them as a teenager on a family outing. Using my simple, very limited Kodak B

Past and present entwine at the Black Country Living Museum, where history is close enough to touch and stories of the past unfold

The owners of a Cotswolds manor house have rekindled its centuries-old spirit and transformed it into a welcoming family home full of style and warmth

I’ve wandered into an oil painting. In front of me is a millpond with a cream-coloured cottage at its edge and a froth of English greenery on its banks. The scene is unmistakable. Where my mind’s eye

Quite the colour palette – autumn shades at ...