Now now, I have fond memories of hitchhiking in England and northern Scotland back in 1972. When you could do such things. In October and November. At least, now that I am safely removed from the experience. For quite a while, though, those memories weren't entirely fond, I admit. I do distinctly remember the hot and cold taps. And having to put coins in a machine to release enough hot water for a bath.
But the breakfasts were great.