The first place that I felt was actually England was our first stop being Swindon. I don’t know how far. An hour maybe. Little more. I changed our plans and we got a place to stay in the Cotswolds before we went up to Sheffield to see where my people were from.
I had a hand held GPS with pre loaded maps on it and we went all over the place to goofy little towns with traditional English folk including some very prosperous looking types. When we got back to London it was all I could to to leave the hotel with nothing but arabic sounding types in my ear everywhere we went. Oxford is all asians and arabs but it is nothing as bad as London. Small college town.
Even so, I can’t recommend a trip there and certainly not to London. If you could be airlifted into the Cotswolds, it would be a good trip.
I’m thankful to have ancestors from a currently sane part of Europe - Hungary. They came to Ellis Island, found their way to coal country, earned a good life, and became Americans in the process.