Not just orchiding, of course. But going to the gym, doing the garden or whatever.
Although I knew it was unlikely to see any orchids in flower, a walk in the woods is never wasted.
So, after another lay in to half seven, then up for coffee and breakfast before we go out just before ten.
I drop Jools off in Lydden so she could visit a friend, and I could drive to the orchid fields of east Kent.
Onto the A2 then down through Bridge, and again through the woods and fruit farms to Hardres, down Stone Street before turning off.
Don the narrowest of narrow lanes, there is a small parking space, allowing room for a couple of cars, and access to one of the gates into the reserve of Yockletts.
I know the reserve well, the long slow climb in the open gallop to the lower meadow, where I pause to take in the scene and look for Green Hairstreaks, which have been reported elsewhere on the wing.
But not here. Last year's grass is faded green, and little sign of this year's.
Down then to the area round a fallen tree where the Fly Orchids grow thick. There was a good half dozen well developed spikes. None now or before the weekend will flower.
Up the slope to the top track so I could check on the two large Lady Orchid rosettes, well developed again, but with no spikes.
Everywhere is a carpet of amemonies, bluebells and primroses, its glorious. And although no butterflies were seen, the air is full of birdsong.
Over The Gogway, and pausing to snap the Townhall Clock plants, now struggling in open sunlight now the trees and scrub has been cut back, then up the slope to the upper meadow.
Numbers of orchids are well down. Only Early Purple were in the bluebell wood, Fly were only visible where numbers are hight, and Lady Orchids were restricted to a few places. 
Yes, its early, but there should be more rosettes than these.I stop at the upper meadow after the climb, usually butterflies sweep by frequently. But not today.
But Dark-boarded Bee-flies are everywhere, though skittish, I do get a couple of series of shots.The rest of the reserve is closed due to Ash die back, so I turn back down the slope, over the lane and back up through the woods to the car.
Nearing the car, I disturb a Peacock sunning itself on the path, and that in turn disturbed a Small Tortoiseshell, the first I have seen for 21 months, rses into the air, then comes back down and settles to bask.
I get shots.It was then a hundred yards back to the car, and time to go to pick Jools up as she walked along the main road from Lydden to Temple Ewell.
We thought we would go out for lunch, and after a few suggestions, we went to The Plough in Ripple where we hoped to have a sandwich or Ploughmans.
But things have changed, the Ripple Steam Brewery has closed, so the pub is no longer a taphouse, nor does it do food. So, we made do with a beer and some crisps and pork scratchings.Back home for lunch and a refreshing brew, before an afternoon of gardening and Bangers and Cash while the sun headed west and there was a strong chill in air, chill enough to warrant putting the heating on.
We had dirty burgers and beer for supper, while the house warmed up. Easy to forget that despite it looking and feeling like spring, it can still snow this time of the year.
Football in the evening, with Man Utd being the fall guys yet again.
