Despite what any Lancashireman may tell you, Lancashire is in fact a shit hole, of surmounted on greatness by Yorkshire
The Duke of Lancaster is HM Queen Elizabeth II, who outranks the Duke of York only by de fault and of course, Lancashire surrendered in the Wars of the Roses (except that it didn't - the Tudors won and they were, more or less, of the House of Lancaster).
Stretching from the dark, corrupted uplands on the wrong side of the West Pennine hills to the squalid coastal plains of the Fylde, Lancashire is surely the most shit place in the realm. The geographic centre of the British Isles is unfortunately in Lancashire, at Dunsop Bridge in the Trough of Bowland, said to be HM Queen's most hated bit of her empire. The true sink-point of Lancashire, the nadir, the singularity at the heart of the black hole that is this backward dump is the real-life Royston Vasey of Barnoldswick. Don't go there if you want to escape. No joke, it's like a time warp. I spent a week there one afternoon.
For the record the best thing that has come out of Lancashire is a empty bus.