Doubling down on levelling up

I have no idea just what that means but yet more rubbish from the entitled mouth of Mr Johnson yesterday.
I took myself off for a walk on a drover's path out in Hertfordshire. I love these old paths, once the roads of locals and their herds. They are set down in the countryside with old trees crowding overhead giving respite from the sun and rain and in my case political madmen, why even Teresa May has got on her high horse over this lot.
Ended up by the John Bunyan pub where there are the remains of old house he used to live in, shame the pub was closed but will open next Saturday l assume.