And do you accept that is a somewhat imperialistic attitude, Sedayne?
Also, what if a repat. genuinely likes English folk, the anthology of English verse, Lawn Tennis, stotties, foxgloves, hedera helix, Whitley Bay, The Lake District, Constables, etc?

Not so much imperialistic as individualistic, which is all I'm bothered about to be honest - the honesty & humility of the individual no matter how s/he is ethnically, culturally, regionally & geographically constructed, just as long as wherever in the world they choose to live they remain aware of what they are in terms of their naturalised identity. This, at least, is my personal manifesto, whereby the culture of any given region / country is made up of the people who live there, no matter what part of the world they might have come from.

Otherwise, there is so much more to English culture than the somewhat esoteric list you give above. Most English people couldn't give two hoots for English folk; likewise the Anthology of English Verse. For the most part I despise poetry, with one or two exceptions, mainly American & Scots - HD, Robert Frost, ee cummings, Edward Gorey, George Mackay Brown, and Kipling (who was, I admit, English) - & would, therefore, strongly advise The Faber Book of Popular Verse as a healthier (and folkier) alternative. Stotties are only good when they come from Greggs, and lawn tennis is a sport for the bourgeoisie from which class I'm naturally excluded on account of my maternal great-grandmother marrying beneath her some hundred years ago. Foxgloves are a poisonous weed, though fine in a woodland habitat & useful in medicine; and Hedera helix, however so picturesque, is nature at its most rampantly invasive - good as a habitat, but it'll make short work of your pointing. As for Whitley Bay - she's not what she used to be, WAV, but pretty similar I'd say; I grew up near there, and the coastline is still hard to beat. One of my favourite walks is from Seaton Sluice to Cullercoats, where one of my favourite folk clubs used to meet on Sunday nights at The Bay Hotel. Long gone now, alas, as is the Bay Hotel too come to think of it, demolished a few years ago to make way for a block of luxury apartments named after the American Watercolourist (or should that be watercolorist?) who once stayed in Room #17. I've never particularly liked The Lake District - I spent a week there once storytelling for Cumbria Libraries and found the relentless mountain landscapes grim & oppressive. Nice to see it across the bay from Fleetwood though, on a clear day the vistas are quite breathtaking, especially in winter with the snow covered mountains. As for John Constable (assuming that's what you meant by Constables unless you're harbouring an affection for the English Bobby), most art, like most poetry, leaves me cold, but currently my favourite English artists are the Macclesfield Master, Joseph Crawhall, and the Chief and Aston Master of the Herefordshire School of Romanesque Sculpture. Otherwise it's Paul Klee, Joan Miro and Marc Chagall, as it has been since I was 12.

Maybe it's time to revive the Icons of Englishness? thread.