Me, Wigan. We had Ashurst Beacon, Billinge Lump (they were within walking/bussing distance) and of course, Rivington Pike. We would explore the countryside near us to find nests and collect eggs; bus ride to Orrell, and Wigan town - walk to the baths or Central Park (to cheer Billy Boston) and then choose to take the bus home or save the fare for a pennyworth of kali and a ha'penny spanish.
But, Mamy, you're not from Wigan. We could discern foreigners from Ashton, Bolton, Leigh etc, because of their weird accents. Did you ever enjoy black peas in the black pea tent at Wigan fair?