There's a thin line, or a couple of thin lines, that run from The Wash all the way to Cornwall. The Wash is a big bay just above the south eastern part of England that bulges and is basically called East Anglia. Cornwall is in the south western part of England that looks like a witches toe pointing toward Brazil. These lines are roads or paths that have been there for thousands of years. The easy number is five thousand years, back to the Bronze Age. Others will say the pathways have been there for ten or twenty thousand years, but the Bronze Age is so much more comprehensible than the Stone Age to us people as we are today.
When the English enclosed their land, divided and marked it into chunks, these
pathways had to settle with the idea of enclosed land. The route they took had
been kind of random. It depended upon the weather, what bits were muddy what
bits were dry. They couldn't just wander around on property without causing high
dudgeon from those who reckoned upon the correctness of owning land, and as the
years passed the lines too became more constant in their demand for their own
rights, and finally when it was almost too late, they found support from the
souls of men and women who have interests in hiking boots. It's not a pretty
story, I know, but that's the way of it.