It could be that coming from central Italy I have very high expectations, maybe some form of Stendhal syndrome in reverse. But I haven’t had the same feeling when travelling in Germany or France. The UK outside of inner London is a distinctly ugly and boring place. Now it’s also the place in Western Europe with the worse supply chain disruptions and shortages.
Perhaps you were going to a Spoons or whatever Young's is by accident. Brilliant food all around the North - maybe check OpenTable or Google Maps and find some proper restaurants/street food vendors. I live near Glasgow and there's some excellent food in the area.
Yes, the weather isn't as good as London/the South. You learn to love it unless you're spoiled with the sun all the time.
p.s. we know Wetherspoons is microwave crap, but it's cheap and comes with a free beer. :)
I’m in Inner London because I have a very high paying job, that allowed me to buy a nice flat in a nice area and that allows me to fly to Europe even 5 times a month with my entire family, if I want. But I was very close from leaving the UK a few years ago, when it became evident that my 100K£ salary wasn’t enough to enjoy the same lifestyle of a friend of mine that lives in Berlin with an entry level s/w development job and 2 children.
Maybe your £100k salary would go (a lot) further if you moved away from London and to somewhere like Manchester - everyone knows London is stupidly expensive ;) I'm on like £40kish around Glasgow in a nearby town and quite comfortable - I'd feel like Elon Musk on your salary.
The West Country instead it’s a rainy non-place that gets flooded every other day, with 0 historical or artistic relevance. And nobody even know it exists outside of the UK.
I’ve never been in a more isolated, yet overcrowded and noisy place in my entire existence. The quality of housing is abysmal as everywhere in the UK. A car was required to go to everywhere, queues everywhere, traffic everywhere, everything cost a fortune and it’s just like a random place in the Roman countryside but without the sun and the olive trees and good food. There was this weird dinosaur park/thing, “children love it!” they told me, that’s the best way of getting a mental breakdown.