Surrey.....mock tudor beams, people in puffa jackets braying loudly at one another on a Sunday lunchtime in the pub, gardens planted in pastry cutter shapes with a lot of that dreadful grassy stuff ( pampas, I think),people who work in the 'City', educate their children privately,own ponies and horses they can't be bothered to exercise and drive range rovers or land rovers in the city to 'prove' they live in a rural community...not that there really are any in Surrey any more.Sorry, is my prejudice showing *BG*?