The world's largest collection of artifacts from our history of industrial gas use is hard to simply pass.

At high tide, the base of the lighthouse covers practically every inch of the island.

This former small-town cinema palace was built with the remains of a luxury liner.

The rust covering this old mine's abandoned buildings matches the red pigment it once produced.

A lone pole once used to display a man's corpse now stands empty, but the memory remains.

The remnants of a depressing public toilet are now a hub of ever evolving street art.

A museum based on the collection of a Victorian family. Housed in a remaining Victorian villa.

Manchester's abandoned train depot lingers in a post-industrial purgatory.

East London art gallery showcasing contemporary art from Europe's Eastern Bloc.

This well-preserved Cistercian Abbey in a romantic pastoral setting has inspired artists like the poet Wordsworth.

This public pool is one of the last remaining lidos of the countless built in the 1930's as public works projects in the United Kingdom.

Visit on a Sunday morning to see some killer tricks.

The world's first experimental nutritionist is memorialized as the "Hippocrates of naval medicine."

Some wattle-and-daub, a Moorish mural, a glacial erratic, and a Giant named Gilbert.

A whale's jawbone and a malfunctioning harpoon welcome you to the village of Bragar and its lore.

The first peace pagoda to be constructed in the Western world sits next to a small English lake.

A building that survived WWII, possibly on the virtue of its name alone.

The childhood home of Earth's alien chameleon is a humble Brixton flat.

Fifty years of contamination in Scotland's waters.

Rare and strange weather predictors, from mercury barometers to leech prognosticators.

Over 100 years ago this pyramidal holding cell was reserved for rowdy drunks but now only offers five minute sentences.

A medieval replica of King Arthur's legendary table, the Round Table hanging in Winchester Castle was decorated by Henry VIII.

Marking the ancient boundaries of asylum around Beverley Minster.

One could not be blamed for literally walking all over this supposed landmark.