I lived in the southeast of England for 20 years, married a Brit, and had four bouncing little Brits, or Anglo-Irish children. Then we packed up and moved home last summer.
Of all of the family, oddly I miss London the most. This is because my warmest and happiest memories are of loading the children up in the car, driving through Surrey (an area of outstanding natural beauty) and going on a very long walk in some beautiful National Trust property.
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