I've the misfortune of living less than an hour from all of the following: Lake District, Morecambe Bay, Forest of Bowland, Yorkshire Dales, North Pennines, Scotland, the dreadful wide open and deserted beaches of West Cumbria, West Pennine Moors, The Fylde and more. It's dreadful.
Thankfully the M6 is 10 minutes drive away and there's a mainline railway station close, too, so I can get to London in two hours where the civilisation and wonderful and much missed smell of drains are.
It never stops raining here, and temperatures in August are barely above freezing. I'm sewn into my thermals and only change them when they rot and fall off.
I never go wild swimming, fell walking, kayaking, wind surfing, cycling. I don't walk along canal toll paths, or cycle along the 5 mile prom between Morecambe and Heysham (a truly ugly village). I never visit art galleries or museums in Manchester, Liverpool, Glasgow and Edinburgh (the latter two also being 2 hours away by train).
It's an absolute wasteland here. No history, no culture, sod all to do. As it is everywhere in the north. Don't come.