A walk on the Downs

Yesterday I had a good walk with Janet and her dog. We went up on to the Downs, towards Kingley Vale. She began to look a bit anxious and the dog behaved weirdly, so we turned back, and had a cup of tea and some cakes in the pub at West Stoke. I asked her about Kingley Vale, whether it was the yews that put her off, but she changed the subject. It is an unusual place, and the trees are supposed to be fantastically old - they're certainly developed into all kinds of alien shapes.