…there are nice people in the South, great scenery and just generally lovely, like many other parts of the country.
There, that’s better, fixed it for you.
I love living where I do, Wiltshire is a pretty diverse county, like chalk and cheese, which is exactly where the expression comes from; the chalk of the central and southern downland, and the cheese from the north and northwest where there’s more arable and cattle farming. And sheep, once there were nineteen mills along the Bybrook valley where Castle Combe sits, weaving wool.
But equally there are many other stunning parts of the country, from the Broads, with their huge skies, the Dales, the Lakes, the further south-west into Dorset and Devon, with both Dartmoor and Exmoor, Cornwall, Wales with stunning coast , the Beacons and the Black Mountains and Snowdonia, the Peak District, Scotland with its vast empty and bleak but beautiful areas up in the North-west, it’s mountains, lochs…
We are blessed with a remarkable country, with breathtaking scenery everywhere, and most of it easily accessed in a few hours by car, unlike America, where if you’re some poor bastard living in, say, Des Moines, you could probably drive for a week and see nothing but wheatfields! I’ve flown over the big flat bit between Minneapolis/St Paul and Denver, and looked at roads below that stretched to the horizon in both directions; living there would drive me insane!
No one part of our island is better than any other, just different, and for that we should all be bloody grateful!
Oh, and beer! We have over 1400 breweries and many great pubs, just not enough, really, and I love pretty much all the beer I’ve drunk from most parts of the country. Some I’m not so keen on, but that’s a taste thing, nothing else.
Celebrate the fact, and drink lots!