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Besieged by war, this castle ruin has crumbled into a peaceful picnic spot.

This lovely little burbling creek is actually a deadly waterway that has dragged down everyone who ever set foot in it.

The oldest inn in England served brew to the crusaders.

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

Fascinating town where normal life interfaces with the occult.

Tombstones and enigmatic inscriptions hide within a vault beneath a popular London arts venue.

Shakespeare, David Bowie, Dr. Who, the Saxons, Druids and Romans are all claimed to have all made their mark on these massive man made tunnels.

The ruins of an 11th-century Norman castle with a rare, perfectly circular shape.

Grab a cuppa at England's first and only domestic tea plantation.

Eclectic final resting place of the controversial explorer.

This Manchester laundromat is hiding something.

Follow the original medieval paths that wind through this intriguing section of the city.

A musical composition 1000 years in length plays at the Trinity Buoy Wharf in London.

The library houses an incredible collection of some of the world's most impressive books and manuscripts.

Western Europe's only representation of a Roman goddess still in its original location sits in an unassuming park.

The cedar tree in Highgate Cemetery earned its title by accident.

One of the oldest and certainly best preserved Cistercian abbeys still in existence.

These morbid carvings remind churchgoers of the inevitability of death.

Dating back almost 400 years, the oldest public collection library in the United Kingdom was once the study hall of Karl Marx.

London's largest outsider art museum.

Classic game cookery takes center stage at what's widely considered London's oldest restaurant.

A metal tree emits eerie, melodic notes on top of Lancashire's Crown Point.

A 6th-century stone lies at the site of the mythical battle waged between King Arthur and his nemesis Mordred.

These ancient sunken lanes were naturally tunneled into the soft ground by countless footsteps.