Thats it. I've had enough of the smog filled, traffic bulging and overcrowded south east. I'm packing up and heading for colder climes; steering my way through the Lawless North, Buckfastshire and onwards to the Northern Isles. Am I selling out? Will I find myself an outcast marooned in a never ending episode of Lost? Will I be cast into a giant wickerman and burned on some pagan festival? What is to become of me?