Quirky things about where you live

[BobISMyUncle]

I have discovered, quite accidentally, that I live in a recently designated Market Town. I love this! We have one market stall, on a Saturday. It sells trousers. Sometimes, it sells plants. Sometimes it sells tartan stuff. On Thursday, but might be Tuesday, it sells fish. Sometimes, none of the above is true.
We're a Market Town now!! Do not be messing with me, I've developed webbed feet

[quote Ballbagisnotmyname]@nonamesavail I’m in Worcestershire but patiently waiting for lockdown to be lifted so I can spend my weekends trawling the Dorset coast for the elusive megalodon shark tooth! 😂😂[/quote]
Try Felixstowe in Suffolk, or a few other areas if you ever come this way PM me and I will send you some not so well know areas where you will 100% come away with ray and sharks teeth, megladons possible but not ever time xx

There is a recording studio in the industrial estate behind my house.

At the top end of the village, over the road from the woods, is the site of an Anglo-Saxon settlement.

The present village church stands on the site of an Anglo-Saxon wooden church.

[quote Ballbagisnotmyname]@nonamesavail I’m in Worcestershire but patiently waiting for lockdown to be lifted so I can spend my weekends trawling the Dorset coast for the elusive megalodon shark tooth! 😂😂[/quote]
You’re getting lots of suggestions for sharks tooth hunting. Can I add my recommendation - Herne Bay, Kent. I have dozens, but found a spectacularly good one in the first lockdown.

There is a "blessed well' near our house. If people have toothache they go to the well to pray and leave an item of clothing as an offering. It is in a secluded patch of woodland and as you approach it the tree branches are hung with raggedy remnants of old shirts and ties and hankies etc. It's really creepy. If I have toothache I'll stick to the dentist.

My village is so old that there is evidence the current churchyard has been in use as a place of burial since about 4000BC. It boggles my mind every time I read about it.

Bike Run Ski, I know where you live!!

The entrance sign to the place I live proclaims it to be a Domesday Village. I'm guessing that the ugly 60s concrete precinct wasn't there in the 11th century

@33goingon64

Bike Run Ski, I know where you live!!

That sounds creepy. I live only a few miles away, given that we can see the same structure, although not today because it is so misty. It is a bit of a landmark round here.

My hometown is twinned with a fictional city.
I think we might be the only place in the UK like this...

I live on a tiny island (about 3 miles wide, by 1.5 mile long) with a population of less than 2,000.
The whole island has a speed limit of 35mph and no one ever wears seat belts.
The Germans occupied it during WW2 and it has over 300 fortifications on it (Victorian and German) plus an old concentration camp.
Tons of famous people used to live here, including Julie Andrews.
We have hedgehogs that are blonde, and puffins. It's very common to see dolphins swimming around too.

There are no badgers or foxes on the island, despite it being British.

@Ginfordinner, I think we established that we are nearby but opposite sides of the county border about a decade ago, if I’ve kept up with your name changes.

@33goingon64, you might even know me x

Thanks all for the recommendations! Going to be busy hunting when lockdown is over!

Discovered today that a little hamlet of houses near me used to be an isolation/smallpox hospital. I also live a mile away from a northern brewery and on the same road, a vinegar factory. If the wind occasionally changes direction it can get a little pungent.

@Ginfordinner, I think we established that we are nearby but opposite sides of the county border about a decade ago, if I’ve kept up with your name changes.

Indeed

We have nothing that's quirky near me, but a couple of mining disasters.

We have a large tree in the middle of my small childhood town that stretches over the road. Local legend says that as you pass under it you shouldn’t speak or you will get bad luck. No idea why/when this superstition started but everyone seems to know about it. The school bus used to fall silent when we drove under the tree everyday.

I live on a medieval street, my side of it is called one name, but the other side is a mixture of houses and names, so you get four houses called one thing, then another six something else, and maybe another five called yet another.

There is a tiny graveyard further down on the other side of the street, it has about eight graves and no room for more. It's called The Snows or more usually The Snowie. There's a legend about the last person to be buried there, he's called The Keeper of The Snows, and he roams around the area looking for the next person to be buried there so they can take over as the next Keeper, and seeing as there's no room in the graveyard, the present Keeper will be roaming for all eternity.

My tiny village is mentioned in the Doomsday book and is infamous for an old terrifying doll.

At least 180,000 trees have been planted here in the last seven years to create a new Woodland Trust wood.

A Coat of Arms for the nearest town has a dinosaur on it.

@Iminaglasscaseofemotion

Also, for the size of the town and the need of shops we have on the main street, which basically is just one street, there is a crazy amount of hairdressers and barbours. I would say they make up about 40% of the businesses. No.odea how they all turn a profit.

I wonder if we live in the same town, @Iminaglasscaseofemotion? We have fewer than 1,000 people for every hairdresser/barber.

There are several mobile hairdressers who live in the town, too.

I live in a street where the houses are numbered sequentially, not odd side and even side.

1 is at one end of the street, the numbers go up one at a time, reach the end of one side and then cross over, carrying on going up one at a time.

The highest numbered house is directly opposite No. 1.

Name change as very identifiable.

I live a two minute walk away from one of the largest Roman forts in the uk. It's huge and very impressive but you wouldn't know unless you searched the villages history.

Every year, people walk around our village dressed as authentic Romans.

It's nuts

Queen Elizabeth the first once ate dinner in my house when it was an inn. And Dick Turpin narrowly escaped capture by jumping out of one our bedroom windows (where he had been enjoying an illicit tryst with his wife whilst on the run).
One of the Tudors was born in the village and it was also the place where beer was first bottled.

No worries @thinkhorsesnotzebra it's a family party staple alongside Mr Brightside, sweet Child O' Mine etc.
Dh isn't local and 10 years later it still makes him laugh, apparently its not been a real Quack family party unless those "traditional songs" have been played.

Out of curiosity, did someone start whistling on the claps about halfway through the song? There's always someone haha