Anonymous ID: daf2e5 April 7, 2024, 1:50 a.m. No.20691517   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>1525 >>1528 >>1620 >>1738

Over the past week, I've discovered a new passion for local history and geography, and really feel that with all I've learned, that I'm really looking at the place - and the whole world, with new eyes.

It's really amazing how just a tiny shift in perception can make you see places that you've lived in your whole life in a totally different way, and it makes me wonder what else there is to see!

Can anyone suggest what sort of features I should look for so that I can find more interesting places to look at? I'm especially interested in old buildings, bridges, and railways. I'm in NE England. Note that I'm a fairly unconfident person and don't want to get TOO close to any dangerous areas like high drops or places where there might be unpleasant locals.

Thanks in advance to any helpful anons.

Anonymous ID: daf2e5 April 7, 2024, 2:16 a.m. No.20691567   🗄️.is 🔗kun   >>1576

>>20691525

Thanks.

>Railways

I've noticed that a lot of roads and railways look like they're indicative of the primitive unpaved tracks that they must have been built on. What's funny is that the routes look like they might have been much wider back when they were used by wooden waggons, and as though when modern workmen improved them, they just dug down and heaped the spoil along the sides, accidentally covering walls and giant curbstones as they went.

>Hartlepool

Thanks again. But I was more looking for what kinds of features I should look for to know if a location might be relevant to my interests. Like, I'm really noticing a lot of verticality in my area, and am trying to understand the natural geological processes that could have led to it. Places in Newcastle/Durham area would be interesting, too.

Anonymous ID: daf2e5 April 7, 2024, 2:32 a.m. No.20691610   🗄️.is 🔗kun

>>20691576

>Mote and Bailey.

Yeah, there's a spoil heap nearby that looks just like one of those by sheer coincidence. And a tiered depression in the middle of a farmer's field that my overactive imagination chooses to believe is a buried amphitheatre instead of what it is (a chance arrangement of soil).

And when I'm really high and drunk, I can imagine that the bowling green I grew up looking out on looks like some sort of vehicle hangar with aprons and a control building. I need to sober up, obviously.

All sorts.