Maybe the rest of the UK wasn't grey enough. Perhaps my edginess and distaste for the gloom of England was there because I was only getting a small taste of the monotone glory that awaits me in Milton Keynes. Or maybe I'll find myself there one day and the clouds will part on my arrival, bringing about a long and fruitful summer for all the townsfolk.
Either way, the whole discussion is moot because Night Fury won't go within 50 miles of the place. So it'll have to be a pilgrimage I take for myself. A solo journey of discovery and reflection, where Milton Keynes becomes one with me, and I, one with it.