If the sky seems rather dark and threatening at this time of year, bear in mind that it's not necessarily because the weather's bad; it might just be night. With both the short hours of daylight and the uncertain prospects in mind, je vous presente: a half-arsed wander of about 6-7 miles around that bit of south-west Kent that begins to merge seamlessly into East Sussex.
It is a land of woods, streams - some of which grow up to become such famous rivers as the Medway - pastures and pubs, and it's fab at any time of year. Picturesque highlights include the Elizabethan splendour of Penshurst Place, the twee half-timbered delights of Chiddingstone, and the wondrous (and largely invisible for the non-paying) castle of Hever. All probably, as how much walking we do will depend on how much time we spend in the pub at lunch. As I say, it's that half-arsed time of year.
Lovely - see you there!