I am now back into the warm and welcome embrace of Scotland.
My venture to that England was fine and well. Thank **** I didn't take a bike because cycling in that Burnley/Rawtenstall area would have been my death. If I lived in this area I would not ride a bike, not a chance in hell. The steep little hills are amazing, but the amount of cars/people is just ridiculous and everyone is on a complete mission at all times.
Some bakery refused to take a Scottish £10 note. Said it was company policy. Everyone should feel lucky WW3 did not begin and I remained calm (kinda).
I have to come back to England for a wedding in January unfortunately, but after that, I shall vow never to return and leave you all to it
My appreciation for where I am lucky enough to live could not have grown greater.