A typographic tribute to the many comedic greats who make Great Britain laugh.

Probably the smallest museum in the world, housed in a disused phone booth.

This charming English house was once the home of England's most famous poet.

The world's only managed flock of mute swans was established as a factory for monk meat but is now an adorable sanctuary.

Flaming barrels of tar race through these village streets on Bonfire Night, a tradition that dates back centuries.

WWII artifacts, including the building itself.

These remarkable cascades are the jewels of Upper Tees.

A stone obelisk towering over the surrounding countrysides beckons hikers across the rolling moors.

A Welsh sheep farm provides daily (non-sheep) meals to red kites, producing dazzling displays of aerial acrobatics.

The world's shortest street was created by an awkwardly placed hotel.

This pub was 238 years old when it decided to revamp its image: It started serving Thai food.

These 20-foot jaw bones honor a time when the leviathan bones were a sign that whalers survived the hunt.

This tin chapel was built by POW's during World War II and is painted to look like something much more grand.

This former Welsh metal factory is now a lovely abandoned relic but was once one of the industry's world leaders.

The Cambridge pub where Francis Crick announced that he and James Watson had discovered the DNA double-helix.

The whimsical twist of this spire was either caused by the Devil, an unexpected virgin, or lead.

This bridge is the first to be made entirely from iron, but designed like it was still made of wood.

Huge winged monument in the United Kingdom.

The last of the 19th-century booze-free bars has been slinging teetotal tonics for over a century.

A preserved block of timber buildings from the city's industrial era in the Middle Ages.

The rotting skeleton of a shoreside fun fair that was destroyed by fire and storms still haunts the Brighton ocean view.

Semi-precious Blue John stones have been mined in this cavern system for centuries.

The highest peak in all of England is plagued by dangerously fickle climate shifts.

Twice a day this ancient path disappears with the tides, leaving the Holy Island of Lindisfarne out to sea.