Best north-west Kent bluebells of 2026 – the results are in

Best north-west Kent bluebells of 2026 – the results are in

It’s time for the big reveal. The bluebells are at their best as I write so if you want to see them, you’d better get on with it.

The judging is over. The woods of north-west Kent have been perused and dreamy drifts of deep or light blue flowers (it all depends on the light, you see) assessed. The criteria, as ever was distinctly arbitrary – much depending on how I felt at the time. The judging panel (me, again) did not use any clever techniques such as cross-tabulation, quantitative and qualitative analysis, but simply looked around and gauged my immediate emotional response. I did peer into the distance to see how far the bluebells went – I think that’s the key to this; each of the shortlisted entries have bluebell vistas that stretch as far as the eye can see in the woods. The rest is down to something indefinable – the angle of the sun, whether there’s a glade to offset the tangle of trees. But I will lay down the law down on one aspect of all this: there must not be more than the absolute bare minimum of brambles. Sadly I wasn’t able to check out the bluebells at Petts Wood this year, or Oldbury, Heaversham, Kemsing, High Elms, Downe Bank. Apols for that! And I ought to remind readers that photographing bluebells isn’t easy – they are usually in tangled ancient woodland with little in the way of a view. They are strangely unphotogenic you could say, however beautiful they are in person.

So here is the top 5 this year – all of which could easily be visited in a single day (less than five miles separate the shortlisted drifts):

5 Piece Wood, Single’s Cross Lane, Knockholt Pound

bluebells Piece Wood
Piece Wood, April, 2026

OK so this gem isn’t actually on one of the walks though it is quite near to the Knockholt Pound-Chevening route and is on my cycle route 3 on Single’s Cross Lane. The wood – part of the same continuous woodland that starts at Newyears Wood to the west – runs along the tiny lane and is an untidy but excellent tangle of hazel, beech, oak and so on. No one can walk in this fenced-off tract, the best you can do is stand by the barbed wire fence and gaze open-mouthed at the unbroken swathe of blue. Round the corner on Blueberry Lane (what a great name for a country road) is the bluebell field of Elgin House, also spectacular (and the inaugural winner in 2024). Kirsty tells me: “Its garden was open to the public at peak bluebell time in 2022 and we visited it then. We were able to walk in the bluebell field. It is truly amazing, I think because of the lack of understorey and the spacing of the trees.” The whole area is full of little woods flooded with bluebells. Maybe bicycle is the best way to get around it.

4 Andrew’s Wood, between Halstead and Shoreham

bluebells in Kent woods
Early bluebells in Andrews Wood, April 2026

This wood, close to Polhill Nursery and on the Polhill/Pluto walking route has a useful car park. The rushing traffic noise of the M25 detracts slightly. But once you’ve crossed over the motorway and heading east things start to align nicely. The best bluebells are on the east facing slopes bordering the nicely secluded dry valley. Some recent timbering work has probably enhanced the wildflowers, giving them more space. Maybe. It’s a lovely spot in any case though I’m pretty sure the bluebells used to extend further west where brambles seem to have spread.

3 Newyears Wood/Birches Croft, east of Cudham

bluebells near Cudham, Kent
Newyears Wood, April 2026

Last year’s winner. On the delightful but understated Cudham chalk paths walk this one. I think the Birches Croft segment are best… real long-distance swathes of cobalt beneath stately oaks. And quiet; unlike Andrew’s Wood and Meenfield Wood you don’t see many people here. So why only 3rd this year if they are so good? Great question you ask there, Adam. The answer may be because I visited them on a Sunday rather than a Saturday. The latter is a happier day.

2 Meenfield Wood, Shoreham

Bluebell wood beech trees
Early bluebells, Meenfield Wood, April, 2026

High on the ridge west of Shoreham, this wood is on four walks: Shoreham and Polhill Bank; the classic Shoreham circular (with extension); Shoreham circular via Otford; and Polhill/Pluto (sort of). The judge visited on a breezy, bright mid-April day; superb conditions for walking. I particularly like how the bluebells slope east and west on either side of the ridgetop path – so you could catch glimpses of the valleys, the sky and distant countryside beyond. Timber work has let in more light than in previous years so the bluebells have flourished and there are brilliant drifts that seem to go on forever. I had it down to win, until …

1 Home Wood, Lullingstone

Like Meenfield Wood, a Saturday visit in late afternoon light showed off this tract at its best. Home Wood is on the southern edge of Lullingstone country park, where it butts up to Redmans Lane. It is encountered on the Full Lullingstone 4-mile walk, not the Eynsford-Lullingstone one. The feeling of the “secret wood” is at its most powerful here – and the path goes obligingly around the perimeter of the bluebells before rejoining the main route through Beechen Wood and eventually down to the Lullingstone visitors’ centre. It wins because of its tranquillity and obscurity – it’s like an exquisite work of art left in a forgotten room in a vast crumbling stately home. Few make it there, but nobody who does is left unmoved.

What about the others?

  • Andrews Wood bluebells April 2026

Apologies to the bluebells that didn’t make it to the shortlist. Emmetts Garden and Scords Wood on the Ide Hill route will once again snort with derision at being left off, while Hever, Oldbury and Petts Wood will understandably feel cold-shouldered. I just can’t get around all of them in time. One Tree Hill and Wilmot Hill had some nice bluebell patches last weekend but here they adorn the walk rather than saturate it. The same can be said for Hosey/Westerham and Chartwell routes although their advocates will be fuming. They may note that I’ve favoured the chalky North Downs bluebells over the sandy Greensand Ridge ones. It does seem a bit unfair but that’s life in the woods I’m afraid.

See the 2025 and 2024 winners.

Stunning spring scenes on the Kent walks

Stunning spring scenes on the Kent walks

Conditions for Kent Walks near London this weekend have been ideal. The countryside looks amazing, all dressed in a cobalt carpet of bluebells. Meanwhile, wild garlic is beginning to bloom along with primrose, stitchwort, cuckoo flower and campion adding further brilliance to the colour palette. On the One Tree Hill figure of eight yesterday the scenery was sensational, and the hues of green, blue and white, dazzling. Birdsong was vibrant – goldcrest, nuthatch, blackcaps, whitethroats, ravens were all heard along with the more regular chiffchaffs, robins, song thrushes, wrens and blackbirds. No finches though, which was weird.

It was great to see so many people out on the walks yesterday; particularly groups of young people, many of whom were using this website (I took a sneaky peek at the pdfs being held). I absolutely love to see that.

I’m collecting evidence for my annual bluebells of the year competition, a far from complete and completely absurd awards process. But at least there won’t be bow ties, chortling chumps, cheesy speeches and mercenary celebrity hosts at the ceremony. Well, there won’t be a ceremony at all! Pictured below are some of the contenders along with some images from yesterday’s strolling. The results will be announced this week.

Once again, apologies for lack of newsletter – I have done none at all this year. Time has been the biggest problem, but also the service provider has moved the goalposts and now wants too much money. I will have to find a solution because I have more than 1,000 subscribers. But when?

  • Wilmots Hill view on the One Tree Hill figure of eight walk. Looking towards Ashdown Forest
  • Beech trees
  • Meenfield Wood bluebells
  • Bluebells lullingstone
  • Foliage and cloud under the greensand escarpment on the One Tree Hill walk
  • Emmetts bluebells April 2026
  • Andrews Wood bluebells April 2026
  • Wild garlic alongside the One Tree Hill path at Rooks Hill, Sevenoaks
  • Meenfield Woods bluebells, April 2026
A very summery type of autumn

A very summery type of autumn

High pressure is dominating the weather and the near-drought continues. There is no mud on any of the walks, which once would have been unheard of for mid-October. For the past week it’s felt as if summer’s lease has no intention of expiring anytime soon. Amid mild temperatures and cerulean skies we enjoy the spectacles of the season as the greens of September become more mottled and varied as they meld into the yellows, oranges and reds of November. Rosehips, elderberry and sloes decorate the hedgerows and fungi mystically appear in woodland and grassy fringes. I’m not one for foraging; I much prefer to look and leave well alone (apart from blackberries).

Birdlife still seems somnambulant: I’ve been hoping for migrations but in this still weather nothing much seems to stir. A week ago, in the wake of Storm Amy, hundreds of house martins passed overhead heading east with the wind, as a full moon rose in a purple sky. But this was in Lower Sydenham not on the Kent walks. My only notable sightings have been a kingfisher on River Eden on the Chiddingstone walk; red kites over Lullingstone and Downe; grey plover and lapwings on the ever-expanding shoreline at Bough Beech reservoir (I’ve never seen the water so low); and buzzards at Polhill.

My walk at Fackenden Down today (pictured) was serene, colourful and wonderfully warm. But this isn’t autumn, surely. Lovely though it was, I would quite like to feel a fresher breeze, walk with the threat of a squall, squish through a puddle and ponder whether to wear wellies or trainers. That time will come I guess, I’ll enjoy summer’s lease while it lasts.

New detour on Chevening / Knockholt walk

New detour on Chevening / Knockholt walk

I’ve not tried it myself but delighted to relay the news that there is a useful detour on this North Downs stroll that means you don’t have to walk along Sundridge Road (although it is only a couple of hundred feet or so). So now you can follow a path behind Turvin Farm after Point 5 and rejoin the path back up the escarpment. Thanks to Eddie M for the tip off – I look forward to trying it out. I’m overdue a walk on that route.

Not too hot to trot in Kent

Not too hot to trot in Kent

When the temperature hits 30C a lot of us prefer to sit in the shade, sip a drink, maybe head to the park cafe, try to keep cool. But Kent Walkers Near London are rather like mad dogs and Englishmen – they go out in the midday sun and hit the trails of the North Downs and Greensand Ridge and anything in between. My cut off is closer to 35C when it comes to walking – I once did a few miles in Joshua Tree national park in the Mojave desert (not a Kent walk near London) at about 38C. It was great! No problemo. Just bring water and don’t get too lost and you’ll be fine! In fact doing the Kent walks are a better way of keeping cool than hanging in SE London – there’s usually a breeze on the downs and trees for shade. Plus they’ll be butterflies and wildflowers to enjoy. And unlike Joshua Tree there’s a decent pub never much more than a mile away. In terms of distance, as long as you’re feeling good there’s no problem with doing a walk up to 6 miles in high temperatures. One little tip though: if you do the Eastern Valleys route (quite taxing on a hot day as the valley kind of magnifies the heat) take secateurs as one of the paths gets overgrown a bit at this time of year and you don’t want want those pristine bare legs to be ripped to shreds! Enough. Enjoy!!

  • Magpie Bottom in the August heat
Bluebells 2025 – the winner!

Bluebells 2025 – the winner!

The season is now over. It was as beautiful as ever at its peak, but this year the dry weather and maybe the cold wind, were not conducive to the bloom’s longevity. Last weekend at Ide Hill and Emmetts Garden the bluebells were gorgeous but already well on the wane. In fact at Ide Hill, brambles have taken over some of the areas where once bluebells thrived. Some of my favourites this year were at the top of Wilmot’s Hill near Ightham Mote; but what has struck me in recent weeks is how pretty bluebells are when mingled with other flowers – notably cuckoo flowers, red campion and stitchwort – at the foot of hedgerows. The Bough Beech walk has some of my favourite examples, Underriver too. Oh yes, and below Polhill Bank on the path to Sepham Farm, where you are likely to be serenaded by yellowhammers (that’s a bird by the way, not a construction tool).

So, to the winner and runners-up of the annual Kent Walks Near London bluebell competition:

  1. New Year’s Wood, Cudham chalk paths walk
  2. Hedgerow bluebells, Bough Beech walk
  3. Top of Wilmot’s Hill, One Tree Hill figure of eight walk

Last year’s winner, the Blueberry Lane meadow, at Knockholt was obviously utterly stunning but the rules state that the same location can’t win the following year. I actually visited New Year’s Wood very early in the bluebell season, before they’d quite found their colour, but the seas of young flowers in the late afternoon sunlight were truly beguiling in that quiet, mysterious wood.

Please contact me with any omissions in my not particularly extensive bluebell research. The season only lasts a couple of weeks so it’s not always possible to get around all the walks to view them – I didn’t go to High Elms, Oldbury, Petts Wood, Meenfield Wood (recently scarred by timber work) or Lullingstone over the past month so no idea how good they were.

Winter weekends and the wonder of staying in

Winter weekends and the wonder of staying in

I have a country walking addiction. It’s so integral to my life rhythm that it’s hardly thinkable that a weekend will pass without being able to get out to the Kent countryside for a few hours to enjoy the fresh air and exercise. So it’s quite something that for the second weekend in a row I’m going to fail in my mission!

There is a saying ‘there is no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing’. Well I agree with the latter bit; I’ve got plenty of bad clothing. But I think we can all rightfully take umbrage with the glib opening statement. There is definitely such a thing as bad weather and it seems to arrive in the early hours of every Saturday morning and finish sometime after dark on Sunday!

The result has been that I’ve busied myself with other tasks, and entertained myself in other ways. I’ve survived. I’ve even enjoyed myself. I went to the cinema to see Conclave (excellent). I booked theatre tickets to see Dr Strangeglove (also excellent, and a much-needed good laugh). I practised the saxophone a lot. I read books. I got a filthy cold. The intensity of these weekly storms and the rainfall totals suggests the climate crisis models were entirely correct. But let’s not get too depressed: the wind farms must be pouring out the megawatts.

One of my favourite winter pictures on a west Kent walk: deer at Knole, February 2021. Header pic from a few days later also at Knole. Snow, eh? It doesn’t happen often enough for me

Photo memories of perfect walks

You’ll have noticed (or not), I’ve finally got round to replacing the autumn photographs on the Kent Walks header image to winter images. Each of those photos bring back memories of particularly beautiful walks with unusual light and atmospheric conditions, all taken since 2020 I reckon. The snowy scenes were in January and February 2021 and December 2022. Each of those walks, at Fackenden, Knole, and Lullingstone, with sons and a friend was pure magic. Snow does that to a scene. Taking photos was easy, apart from the risk of frostbite. But I’ve hardly used the camera in the past couple of months; all the best light has been mid-week when I’ve been busy at work. So I’ve given the shutter-clicking a bit of a rest. The newsletter has also had a rest, but I will get it going again in January when hopefully I will have something new to say about this landscape on our doorstep that I love so much.

It’s time for Fackenden Down

It’s time for Fackenden Down

The Fackenden Down walk in late May on a breezy sunny day cannot be bettered. This is the walk on this site with most rewilding going on and plenty of Kent Wildlife Trust-maintained land. The results are a good variety of wildflowers, including several orchid species and sainfoin, lots of butterflies, burnet moths and birds such as buzzards (very common), whitethroat (from May to September) and yellowhammer (if you’re lucky). Some ancient species of livestock such as highland cattle are often used to graze the grasses in small numbers. My route is brilliant, if I do say so myself, and easily accessible by train. There’s a great pub at the end of the walk too – the Samuel Palmer.

I love Magpie Bottom in particular, a sheltered secret feeling valley alive with flowers and great variety of tree foliage colours. Then there the views from Fackenden Down itself, the wild “garden“ along the foot of White Hill and the Down, the view of London and Essex from the high point at Romney Street … it’s terrific, and a good workout with a few steep sections. It comes in at around 12,500 steps.

The Kent Wildlife Trust is in need of volunteers to monitor its livestock. Also it’s looking for urgent donations to enable it to purchase more land at Polhill, across the valley from Fackenden, where it monitors and maintains similarly superb chalk hillside. I’ve diverted the donations to this site to the appeal, but please make sure you chip in.

Encounter with a kite

Encounter with a kite

Two weekends of truly muddy conditions have passed; both have been very mild and reasonably bright (well, the Sundays anyway) but with heavy rain overnight only the most hardy, dedicated walkers have taken to the squidgy, squelchy paths. Last week we splashed around the 3.5-mile version of the Knockholt Pound/Chevening route; today, with a bit less time available we took to that old staple the Downe walk, with a couple of variations. The final field once heading back to the village was a glutinous saturated sea of clay, as it usually is after heavy rain. Oh for the days when this was a wildflower and hawthorn meadow left to its own devices, alive with the calls of yellowhammer and skylark. The Downe walk has lost two delightful wildflower meadows in recent years – one to a scraggy looking crop rotation, the other to grazing by a non-existent sheep flock.

  • Red kite, Downe, February
  • final woods, Downe
  • Chevening
  • Chevening
  • Beech trees, Downe, February
  • Knockholt Pound

Anyhow, never mind, there we go. Let’s focus on the positives: bright skies, great colours, a sudden crescendo of bird song including skylarks after a silent winter, a Spitfire taking off from Biggin Hill – what a brill din! – and a few snowdrops to admire. Best of all there was some wonderful bird of prey sightings. On the Knockholt route we were checked out by a low flying red kite and were given a private buzzard show. At Downe this Sunday I’ve rarely seen so many buzzards gliding and soaring. A hovering kestrel joined the party at one point, while on the return leg of the walk, on the hillside above the golf course, a red kite seemed to follow me along, drifting, sideslipping and wheeling on the breeze. These incredible birds have only been regularly seen on these walks in the past 10 years or so. They are a most welcome addition – along with the buzzards, themselves a relatively new bird to this part of Kent in these numbers. On entering the final beech woods I heard a tawny owl call, despite it being only 2.30pm.

A warm January dusk on the North Downs

A warm January dusk on the North Downs

A strangely mild January day; it looked as if it should have been cold and frosty. Instead, the late afternoon breeze wafting into the sunny North Downs escarpment at Knockholt Pound was tonally of southern Europe. I’d finished various tasks (which included watching tennis and football) by 2pm, which is about the cut off for setting off for a Kent Walk Near London in late January when darkness descends by 5.30pm. I found that even as dusk fell there were still carefree buzzards and kites drifting on the thermals across the dips and dry valleys, over sheep whose outlines caught the last of the sun making them appear luminous. As the sun set there was a gentle fall in temperature but by the time I reached the car there was still no real bite to the air and I reflected on the fact I could feasibly have done the whole walk in my T-shirt. It also occurred to me that I had encountered only one other person over the three miles of the route.