Yes, I don't live in the UK right now but have visited family over the years since leaving, and family still remains firmly stuck.
Even worse, with Brexit etc., I may probably find myself returning because of the possible loss of reciprocal rights that include medical attention. I've been through two heart-attacks and am proud owner of two stents, the attacks and first stent courtesy private insurance we once were able to afford, but which is now a thing of the distant past, along with film, I guess, and for not unrelated reasons. When we dumped it, we were paying €3600 a year. Pension can't cope, I'm afraid, and God alone knows what the premiums would have been by now, eight years later.
Both my kids took music lessons, and I would drive them to classes twice a week. It used to be in a reasonable residential area in southern Glasgow, a part of Shawlands, and my kids tell me they'd never go there today. It's become a Romanian ghetto (Elvis didn't sing about that one - just Chicago) with lots of crime of all sorts. The same influences are found in the Balearics and the southern mainland, the Costa el Sol, where the Russian mafia rules the roost. Don't anyone imagine for a sec that it's all Middle Eastern trouble: far from it. Rod Stewart and Sean Connery left the Costa for related reasons, if the talk's to be believed; offers that can't be refused.
Another of the top areas in Glasgow used to be Pollokshields, where there were lots of very expensive mansion houses, many since flatted. My very best client owned a house there. There was a girls' school (name escapes me right now) in the area that was private, exclusive and très chic. Both area and school are now Asian dominated. That's just since the 80s. Not suggesting better or worse: just entirely different.
And as I touched upon in an earlier post, it's the older people who are aware and remember things as they used to be, who are the ones likely to notice the changes and feel their birthright is being stolen from right under their very noses. If you're born into a war zone you know no difference, and think that's just how life is. There's a moment in the great BBC film on William Klein, where he returns to the apartment block where the family moved when his Dad lost everything in the Great Crash (as he wryly comments: it wasn't a good time to play the stock market...); a young woman joins the interview and he asks her what she thinks of the area, and does she like living there. She tells him it's all she knows...https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JnN9LMvjM7Y
Yep, easy to get knickers twisted, but ther'e usually a reason for that.