Places Fab1 Wants to Go

This home on a quiet suburban street is completely covered with vibrant mosaics.

The gravestone of a delicate singer-songwriter bears a fittingly introspective epitaph.

Under a church hides a forgotten 13th-century ossuary containing the remains of around 2,500 people.

Asthmatic Charles Hyett's son built a fantastical garden for his father to convalesce in, alas it was too late.

No one knows who created the statues or if they are arranged properly—let alone the artwork's real name.

In Twickenham sits a small whitewashed castle that inspired Mary Shelley's 'Frankenstein.'

A gallery specifically dedicated to the botanical illustrations of a remarkable traveling lady.

Britain's answer to the NSA is based out of this deliciously-named circular headquarters.

The Egyptian-inspired last resting place of Lord Kilmorey.

The majority of the museum's large collection is held in a storage space open to the public a few times a year.

This massive chalk hill carving is one of England's most beloved giant horse geoglyphs.

Colin Stokes "got a bit carried away" and built a castle that looks like something out of Tolkien.

London's Victorian Tower of Babel.

A rare example of the RAF’s flying spy taxi.

This crumbling 14th century chapel became so unstable the roofing apparently collapsed during a wedding ceremony, narrowly missing the curate's head.

Chemical fertilizer in agriculture's origin story begins here.

This strategically placed hill fort has served defensive forces from the Iron Age up until the 20th century.

At just 51 feet and 10 inches long, it's the shortest street in England.

All unmarked mute swans on the Thames are owned by the Queen per a tradition that began in the 12th century.

This preserved puppy was an adorable beacon of charity.

Music boxes like you've never imagined.

This natural history collection contains the bones of a circus elephant that seem to be chasing a whale skeleton.

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

17th-century tradition of public weighing is met with boos or cheers depending on the Mayor's weight.