It's that time of year when one licks one's finger, sticks it to the wind and says "mmmph, Spring". Specifically one does this, one does, to assign a date to this group's signature walk: our annual bluebell pilgrimage to Canterbury.
Anyone who's seen a bluebell wood in full spate will know it is a sight to behold. I know of no better sight/site than the ancient King's Woods south of Canterbury. Trouble is, the true glory is only visible in a window of a couple of weeks - and when that is varies from year to year. Because Spring's come so late this year, I'm betting on a little later than usual - around the second weekend in May, in fact :o)
Anywho, those who know this walk know it is a cracker - it's the only one I have the gall to repeat every year. It stretches about 13 miles (20 km) from the little village of Wye to the cathedral city of Canterbury, past ancient churches, chocolate box villages, orchards and... bluebell woods.
There's the usual pub stop for lunch of course, and perhaps during the afternoon and definitely at the end, plus for anyone who wants a twilight wander round Canterbury's somnolent cathedral close.
Magic - see you there!