the mentions of Portmerion are so interesting. As kids in the 70s, we stayed in an art deco style hotel there called the Villa Marina. My Mum was so spooked out that she insisted we leave after the first night. I think at one stage it was used as a military hospital so whether that had something to do with what she felt, I don’t know.
She had very strong feelings about several places. One was not far from where we lived. We went for a picnic and sat near a bridge. Afterwards, Mum said she felt the most terrible heaviness and overwhelming sense of loss . Apparently, during construction there was an accident and many of the construction builders were killed.
I feel depressed in many parts of York - the Cathedral isn’t one of them though, Clifford’s Tower feels ‘heavy’ and unpleasant. A park in Leeds called Goldenacre is very pretty, but I’m overcome with a depressed feeling there for no reason I can think of. I feel a weight has been lifted when I leave. The other large park not far away I absolutely love and it always feels inviting and welcoming.
Saltaire and Salts Mill near Bradford, feel creepy and ‘unreal’ and have a lonely, sad vibe to me. Same with the waterfront area in Leeds, which feels sinister and surreal. I feel if I walked round the back of the buildings they wouldn’t be proper buildings but just a front like a film set. There are so many places that give me sad, surreal or heavy feelings. I’ve been on several house viewings in streets and areas I love, but as soon as I walked into a few houses, I had instant chills and a sense of wrongness. I’d love to know why I react strongly to so many places and why my Mum did too. No one else in the family seems to have this. We are an atheist family and I’ve got the spirituality of J cloth.