Several years back, we read Bill Bryson’s “Notes from a Small Island.” Since then, we have always been drawn to the idea of living in England as a local, experiencing cultural differences of language and quirks and walking endlessly on countryside footpaths meandering their way to villages with funny names like Follifoot, Poole in Wharfdale, and Bridge-near-the-church-by-the-water. (Yes, that last…