Who fancies it? Untamed landscape, windswept tors. Verdant valleys, waterfalls. Ancient woodlands, primeaval beauty. Bronze Age settlements. Pubs everywhere. Herons, larks, curlews, ravens. Hundreds of species of moss and lichen. The perfect setting to just write, ensconced in nature's rhythms. Did I mention the pubs?
Okay, so it doesn't exist yet. And, alas, I don't do the lottery. I don't even write commercial fiction. But I'm working on it. And you're all invited.