I live on the top of the Pennines in the UK, they are known as the backbone of Britain, trails are a bit bonkers, all gnar but different types, mainly super rocky or mega muddy, there is no 'flow' it's all 'attack' so much so i have to do my interval training on the canal as you can't control your heartrate intervals in between 'attacks' on the moors. I do long for flowy trails, but i'm glad i ride and train up here, it's gritty, bleak yet beautiful, pretty much as the Brontes describe.