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The Stour Valley Guided Walk has lots to offer all level of walker

Five walks. One river. A journey through the heart of Kent.

Some trails aren’t meant to be rushed.
The Stour Valley Walk was one of them.

We didn’t take the shortcut or race to the end. We took our time — five carefully paced sections, following the River Stour from its humble source near Lenham to the salt-rich air of the estuary near Shell Ness.

Each stretch offered something different: peaceful farmland, winding woodland, open marshland, and ancient towns full of character.
And with every step, the river grew — and so did the story.

Now, with medals handed out and boots a little more worn, here’s how it all unfolded.

Stour Valley Walk

S1Lenham to Ashford – A Friendly Start Along a Quiet River

We kicked things off in Lenham, where the River Stour is little more than a quiet stream threading through farmland and hedgerows.

Right from the start, the walk had the feel of something special — not because we had to find our feet with each other, but because that sense of shared adventure was already there.
We’re a friendly bunch. Boots laced, smiles on, and the chat flowing as easily as the stream beside us.

This was a gentle introduction to the Stour, with open skies, wide paths, and plenty of space to enjoy the landscape at a relaxed pace. By the time we reached Ashford, the river had gathered momentum — and so had we.

S2Ashford to Chilham – Meadows, Mills and Mid-Walk Moments

With the river growing livelier, so did the route.
We passed through reed beds and gentle slopes, followed stretches of sparkling water, and strolled through the postcard-pretty village of Wye.

There were watermills, wooden footbridges, and endless green to admire.

This leg felt like classic walking country, with just enough up-and-down to keep things interesting and enough stopping points to remind us to enjoy it.

S3Chilham to Sturry – Old Woods and Hidden Paths

This section began in Chilham, with its charming square and timber-framed houses, before leading us into the woods — quite literally.

We followed winding paths through trees, over streams, and across meadows that felt far from anywhere.
We crossed the river multiple times, wandered narrow paths beside orchards and hedgerows, and found shade beneath towering oaks.

Arriving in Sturry, we felt like we’d earned the views, the rest, and whatever treats awaited at the end.

20250705 142949 (2)Sturry to Sandwich – Fields, Marshes, and Big Skies

By now, summer had fully arrived.
The skies stretched wide, the land opened out, and the River Stour slowed beside us like it, too, was settling in for the final miles.

This was the gentlest leg underfoot, but the heat brought its own challenge.
Sunhats came out. Water bottles were topped up. And the pace became a little more mindful as we followed the path past grazing sheep, quiet lanes, and nature reserves rich with birdsong.

Sandwich welcomed us with cobbled lanes and cold drinks. We were nearly there.

Sandwich to Shell Ness (Almost) – Thunder in the Air, Sunshine on the PathS5

The final stretch carried a sense of anticipation — and the threat of thunderstorms.

Forecasts warned of lightning, but as we set off, the sun held its ground.
We followed the estuary edge, past creeks and wildflower banks, with the breeze carrying hints of saltwater. The River Stour, now broad and brackish, flowed with purpose toward the sea.

Our walk ended just before Shell Ness, where access is now restricted to protect the saltmarsh reserve.
So we paused, looked out across the wild open land, and let the silence speak for itself.

And then — just as we reached the pub — the skies opened.
Thunder rolled. Rain pelted down. And we, dry and done, raised a glass to timing and teamwork.

Five Walks. One River. A Proper Adventure

To everyone who walked with us — thank you. Whether you joined for one stage or all five, you were part of something special.

And for those who followed the River Stour from Lenham to the nature reserve near Shell Ness, through farmland, forest, villages, and marsh — your medals are well deserved.

Same boots. New stories. See you on the next trail.

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