East Anglia
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Located along the eastern coast of England and comprised of the counties of Norfolk, Suffolk, and Cambridgeshire, East Anglia is the most rural, backwards, and traditional area in the UK. There are villages in the heart of Norfolk which seem positively medieval, and even the more charitable interpretations acknowledge that the area is remote, unsophisticated, and out of touch with the rest of England. This is actually fairly accepted by the inhabitants of East Anglia, who will sometimes speak of things as being 'Normal for Norfolk'. That said, there are a few small towns here (Ipswich, Norwich), and the area is reasonably well off farming country. In olden times they used to harvest peat here, as much of East Anglia was covered by bogs and marshes, though the 17th century saw a great many of them filled in and turned into exceptionally fertile farmland.
The most traditional and old-fashioned villages in East Anglia follow what is sometimes called the Old Way. In these places, the supernatural is remembered and acknowledged, and even accepted by the rest of the community. The Masquerade is paper-thin, only really applied to keep outsiders ignorant. Inside the villages, uncanny beings are a fact of life, and often have a hand in running the place. The village witch may have a seat on the local council, or else the squire may bear an impeccable resemblance to his father, grandfather, and great-grandfather, all of whom vanished before bequeathing the land to a hitherto unknown heir. The villages of the Old Way tend to be superstitious, clannish, and exceedingly unfriendly towards outsiders -- it takes generations for one to be accepted in them. Most of the superstitions are harmless, or even beneficial, such as faith in brownies, or propitiation of spirits of hearth and field. But many villages have harsher practices as well, with bogs containing the bound bodies of outsiders, or festivals culminating in the burning of a wicker man. The villages that practice the Old Way tend to know one another, and many are able to call for help in the event that outsiders of a more ferocious manner are encountered.
Cambridge, Cambridgeshire
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Up until the 1908, Cambridge was also home to a small but vigorous group of Ordo Dracul vampires, who used its academic and technological resources to advance their Great Work, and a host of small secret societies and cults that sprung up in the area. Then came the Event. On September 19th, 1908, at just past 1:32 AM, every phone at the University of Cambridge began to ring, every light flickered on and off, the clocktowers chimed, and an unholy wail rose through the night. In the following days and weeks, most supernatural creatures in the university felt the sense that they were unwelcome. A few left. Those that remained were troubled by nightmares and visions. Now many others left. Those that remained were killed, in a series of improbable but quite gruesome accidents, electrocuted by falling wires, impaled by runaway construction machinery. Now, Cambridge is home to what the expatriate Dragons call The Entity, something that no one has ever seen, but which makes its presence known. It is possible that there are some links to a small secret society led by Prof. Michael Cathcart, an anthropology professor at King's College, which had been noticed by the Dragons shortly before the Event.