Flights of fancy and the fish shop

I was going to go and buy fish from a wonderful fish shop out in Kintbury today. but when I got there it showed no signs of life or indeed fish. In fact it rather looked as though they'd closed down for good.
So I took the long way back to Newbury to get fish somewhere else. This involved a good deal of backwoods lanes and also a village called Inkpen. We used to live near Inkpen and it's one of those places which has no obvious centre. Indeed no parts of it are obvious. So you drive along and suddenly you think"Oh yes this is the bit where the pub is" and after a few loops and turns in what seem to be quite other directions from those you thought you ought to be heading in, there's a village pond - with a bit of village attached. Later, after you thought you might be well on the way to the next county, you suddenly come to a bit called Upper Green. Further round or back or over, there's Lower Green.
Later still after a diversion or two, you suddenly think "Oh, this is the road to Kintbury!"
I rather suspect that if you walked along footpaths, you'd find each of the parts of Inkpen arranged in a fairly sensible order. But when the roads tried to get up there, mysterious barriers were put in their way and they were forced to follow a labyrinthine track around and into and out of and past the parts of the village so that the modern transport thing was baulked in its attempt to make Inkpen accessible to the present day world.
Oddly enough, as far as I can tell, the people of Inkpen are perfectly normal people and have no trouble using the roads in a pefectly normal way.

Well I followed one turning just because it looked little and interesting and since it said it was going to 'skinners road' I imagined it might go somewhere. I think the 'road' part of it was a bit of an overstatement though and while I was considering the wisdom of continuing I suddenly found I had a somewhat bovine audience. Well completely bovine really.And when they felt the performance was over, one of them came up to the gate to offer his congratulations. And to lick the camera.I don't know if you've ever noticed but cattle always have wet noses.