As a Scot I'm meant to bear an ancient grudge against all things English.
Well, as an Englishman I'm supposed to have some unquenchable desire to oppress you, or something, but I, likewise, find holidaying in the far northwest or the outer isles much more agreeable! For those who have not seen a broch, you are missing out on pure FRP inspiration
And then the countryside, the food in the highlands, the...
I've heard that English cheese is disappointingly mild*
*My motto is "If it's not sharp, it's not worth eating."
Hmmm, Igor - bring in the Stinking Bishop! Don't touch it, you fool!
(True fact: What we call Cheddar is actually a different cheese, called Red Leicester. A fine cheese in its own right, but not the same thing Cheddar (or even particularly close). Actual Cheddar is what we call "white Cheddar." It's firmer, sharper, lighter in color, and a bit more likely to crumble.)
But I digress. . . .
Actually, I find much of the Red Leicester you get falls into the "genuine imitation cheese-flavoured food substitute" category, sadly. If you can fine some of the real deal, though, it can be very good. But that
is a digression...
Lack of game shops is a bugbear, certainly. There is a fairly good convention scene, though, and plenty of clubs. Phil Masters keeps a site of upcoming UK conventions going
here, so if you're visiting you can check out what's on.