It makes so much sense now!
Wales, you don't count.
MER THEN SCERTLERND, ERRLERND, AND ERNGLERND!!!
Launching backup program: overcast skies, blowing winds and miserable drizzle with occasional 15-minute sunbreak to give you false hope.
"Right, which one is that?"
"Erm... Wight, I think? No, no, no. Maybe the Inner Hebrides."
They don't beat around the Bailey's, if you will.