It makes me wonder why some places trigger this feeling of peace or nostalgia even if we've never lived there. Is it cultural exposure, childhood media, or something else? Has anyone else felt this way about a place they’ve never been?
Historically buildings were built using the local stone. Not so much wood. Stone is a much better thermal buffer and doesn't burn down so easily. The colours vary from foreboding dark greys through various shades of honey to bright oranges and yellows. There's even some bluish ones. But as the laws in the beautiful areas require new buildings to fit in with old, the brand new houses are built of the same stone as the hundreds of years old houses next door. Not only does this look very nice, but perhaps gives the impression of the buildings fitting or blending into the landscape in some more natural or fundamental way - like these settlements have been here as long as the bedrock.
During the lockdowns when people were getting arrested for going outside there was a joke going around; a policeman stopped God in the Yorkshire Dales and asked him 'What do you think you're doing? You're breaking lockdown!'. God replied: Working from home.