Cow Roast Lock, Tring

Agreed, but I was thinking of the Englishness of it all, rather than the state of science.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdW5hB6W52M

Yes, the Englishness, the unspoiled towns and villages, the wildflowers and the birds, the quiet roads, the elms, the hedgerows and the unmodernised cottages are all sadly missed, but there's a lot which isn't, like the daily grind for subsistence wages, the primitive technology, the dogshitty pavements, the bluebottles, the smog-blackened buildings, the cigarettes and dog ends, the family and boarding houses with one lavatory only and no shower, the shiny toilet paper, the greasy hair and greasy people with smelly breath and bad teeth, and much else. I'd love to have a time machine so I could have all my outings, holidays and take my pictures in the fifties, but afterwards I'd want to come home to the the present day.

I have a memory of being taken to Chessington Zoo when I was three and a half. I don't recall any of the animals, but I remember waiting at the bus stop to go home. The fields were lit with the golden light of early evening, and I could see the main road stretching into the distance. It was completely empty.

But what does a Scot like he know about Englishness?