Barton Upon Humber, where I spent mercifully only some of my childhood. Our house was pretty far outside of town, so not much interaction with the locals. They seemed friendly enough. The isolation was the biggest issue- mile upon mile of cabbage and potato fields. One of the nearest neighbors was an ex-travler- punched my grandmother and hit the other neighbor over the head with a wrench. Last I heard is was doing a long stretch for domestic violence-must have been something nasty to get that length of time inside.
So much for the countryside being peaceful and serene.