CAIRN GORMS CALLING
What if we were to tell you that Scotland has a hidden gem – a lost valley crammed full of some of the sweetest slithers of dirt that our floating lump of rock plonked in the roaring Atlantic has to offer. A valley of endless possibilities, with towering Munros (peaks over 3,000ft) guarding vast expanses of nothingness to its western tip, while the east plays hosts to the royal family’s rural retreat. Most importantly, clusters of trails spread their roots from the banks of the River Dee into the rolling purple hillsides, with perfectly-sculpted inclines for everyone from the most hardcore riders to family bimblers.
As ‘staycations’ become the new vacation, never has the pilgrimage north to our midge-ridden neighbour looked more appealing. It’d be remiss of us to discuss Scotland and mountain biking without mentioning Torridon, in
