Yew Tree, 1500 years old

I'm in England! Yesterday we got off the Queen Mary 2, and Drake and Anna (my great uncle and aunt) came to pick us up at the dock. They live in a huge national park, in the country. It's so beautiful here, and lots of rolling hills. We went on a two hour hike the same day we got here, and it's so pretty. My legs were exhausted, but I was extremely happy. I was wearing my water sandals, and by the end of the hike they were covered in mud, and my feet were soaked. We went past a few signs near the start that Drake made (because he's the forester tree person for this area). We also learned many plant and flower names along the way.
Near the start, we went to see a really old church. I forget how old exactly, but it was old enough that the doorways were only about as tall as my eye level, because people were shorter back then. Also the graveyard around it had some tombstones that you couldn't read because of lichen and fungus on it.
But around the back of the church, there was a 1500 year old yew tree that had been there long before the church. The bottom of the huge trunk was hollow, so you could go inside.
After the church we went through forests and muddy fields. A lot of the fields had stiles (either a low enough fence to step over, or two wooden plank steps to easily step over a higher fence, and down the other side), or kissing gates (two-step gates that swung back and forth so that you would have to open the gate, step in, then close it again before you could get out). Google "kissing gate" if you want to find out why it's called that, this post is going to be long enough already. These two types of gates are so that people can get through, but sheep can't.
The footpath went through the backs of people's fields, and past whatever it came to because the path had been used for longer than the roads and stuff had been there, so everyone had to build around it. Some areas of the paved road around here is sunk in a trench below ground level (especially going downhill), because that road was used for horses and carts so much before they paved it that it dug a trench. Each time a cart went over it, the dirt was loosened. Then next time it rained that dirt would wash down to the bottom of the hill and away.
There was one scene that was picturesque: waving grass in the foreground, a small fence running across a field full of sheep (and a fox trying unsuccessfully to sneak up on a lamb), rolling hills everywhere, small lines of trees, big hill in the background with trees catching the light and puffy white clouds with blue sky. We took a picture with the good expensive nikon camera, and I plan to paint that scene sometime.
All in all, I'm glad to be staying in England for awhile, and to be coming back to it for two months I think later in this trip.

P.S.
I googled "kissing gate", and on Wikipedia they have a different reason for it being called that. Drake told me it was when a young couple went for a walk, then the boy would go through first, then not let the girl through until she had kissed him, and that's why they're called kissing gates. Apperently That's only one theory.