South Yorkshire. It's dreary, rainy, mostly grey and full of bitterness (and bitter). If that's not the epitome of the UK I don't know what is. Plus the town I live in is basically just a shitty hole with bits of concrete floating in it. There's also a wealth of accents in this county. As in it varies noticeably town by town. My town's (and therefore my) accent, for instance, is what I imagine dried horse shit would have if it could talk.