My second wife's first husband was English. We traveled through that area probably close to 20 years ago, visited the ex in-laws, along the coast, went through Herefordshire, visited the Cathedral, though the Lincolnshire one was more memorable.

I'm not terribly social anyways. Too much chaotic energy. The radio that is my brain picks up way too much.

Though the rental company sent me a couple of speeding tickets. Traffic cameras are/were a much bigger thing there, then, then they are around here now. I prefer being as invisible as possible.

The daughter took my bike down on her fiancé's pickup and I rode it back. Probably averaged mid 80's for 3 and a half hours. No tickets.