England's footpath network is the densest in the world. Every parish has one, every field is crossed by one, and most of them are older than any village they pass through — drovers' tracks, corpse roads, salt ways, pilgrim routes, Roman roads, and holloways worn a metre deep by centuries of feet. The Ridgeway alone has been walked continuously for five thousand years.
What that means today is that you can start walking on a National Trail from a station platform and be in open country within an hour. The Cotswold Way climbs the escarpment out of Chipping Campden. Hadrian's Wall crosses the country from Newcastle to the Solway Firth. The Coast to Coast — Wainwright's line from St Bees to Robin Hood's Bay — takes you across three national parks in a fortnight.
And at the end of the day: a pub. Not a hotel, not a restaurant with rooms — a proper village pub with beams, a fire, a landlord who knows the trail, and a room upstairs. That is the shape of an English walking day, and it has not changed in two hundred years.