Beaworthy

Beaworthy is what happens when a place gets so committed to being quiet that it stops bothering to tell anyone it exists. The name covers a village, and then it keeps going, out across a scatter of farms and hamlets and Bronze Age burial mounds until it runs out of road, which it does frequently and without warning. There are more scheduled monuments out here than shops, which tells you roughly how the last four thousand years have gone. Nobody moves to Beaworthy by accident, and the ones who move here on purpose have usually already decided they can live without a pavement.