The West of Ireland (Mayo to be precise). Dh’s family is from there. My MIL used to say she didn’t know why people said the weather there was poor - she told me it was lovely. When I went there with her I could see why. Whenever the rain stopped for 20 seconds, and there was a tiny glimpse of blue sky, she’d say. “Oh, this weather is wonderful, so lovely…”. And then it rained again!
I will say, we went back there this summer, and the weather was actually nice. First time I’ve ever seen Mayo in the sun, and I’ve been with DH for 29 years.