What else is there? The tracks, the tiny little roads, the links between farms and hamlets, the paths that flow over gentle hills and tumble down the steeper ones, the crackle of brittle acorns crushed beneath the wheels, the cooling swish of wet grass on a long downhill, the way you can string together a 50 mile ride, probably 75% off road and hardly come across any cars. Finally, having earned it, mulling over the best bits, a cold beer sinks without trace like water into hot sand.
Any fisherman, any walker, any jogger, can claim to see or notice these or similar treasures, but I being greedy, can have very nearly all of them to myself, in just one half day spent on a bike.
And all of this is why you will love riding here too.