Most of the time. As a kid I was almost obsessed with maps (at least I read them as one might read a book) and have a life-long curiosity about old paths and tracks, routes etc (especially if they facilitate/link antiquarian features – anything from disappeared settlements to standing stones, from a river-crossing to an abandoned mine etc etc). I’m less interested in modern roads, but the historical paths and trails are potentially full of romance, politics and folk-history if one looks even slightly-closer than a brief Google. Recently re-visited a section of the monumental Ridgeway and stopped at Wayland’s Smithy For the first time. Mindblowing. Those chalk paths and rolling hills/beech copses feel like a different, older time. Completely awesome. Serendipity/following my nose/cycling (or walking) are like my holy trinity.
More closely to home The Malvern Hills are epically criss-crossed with all kinds of routes, from the fairly pedestrian examples Wyche(salt)-Cutting to the most striking and mysterious (Shire Ditch). By accident (walking the dog) I discovered some OE/Saxon routes, near the Teme by Alfrick.
One day in recent years I was looking through/deleting backlog of my photography, drawings and paintings and was struck by how many of them (consciously) are of a path/trail as the main feature
(cart-road along The River Lugg, Nr Presteigne, Powys)