Road to nowhere

Out on the bike again. There are lots of roads round here that only see a tractor down them once a day. Some lead to an isolated farm, some to a remote smallholding. Some I have never ventured down as, if they lead to an isolated house, it feels almost like an intrusion. These are close communities. One's presence is always noted! Roads that wind and disappear into the fields remind me of Van Gogh's paintings. They intrigue, ask a question which has no answer. I like them.