But also I have yet to see all the far reaches of this isle of my birth, Britain! I'm a Brit, a Scot to be beautifully pedantic, I live in an astounding part of Scotland, the north east, I reside in Aberdeen but I have family in Moray and Banffshire, it's so breathtaking I was raised here yet I fight tears sometimes when I look out of a window, we have lovely White beaches, rolling hills, monroes draped in purple heather that taiper into moors and marsh land, extinct volcanoes, woodlands full to bursting with protected species such as, the red squirrel, and the capercailie.
Now why would I want to go to costa del lavitory, to sit an watch teats get mortal on cheap booze, when I can sit on a hill and feel so thankful I'm alive. I love old blighty and I I don't think anywhere could come close to it, romanticised or otherwise.
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