With both the boys totally familiar and comfortable with the mountain bikes they received for their birthdays earlier this year, the Other Half and I decided it was time to let them loose on a proper trail.
Today, we loaded their bikes into the Land Rover and drove them to Gartly Moor, just up the road from the croft. There are several good trails around and across the moor, but we decided to go with the main loop plus a small side excursion:
The boys would ride their bikes, the Other Half, Harvey (our Border Terrier) and I would walk. Or rather, I’d walk and run, usually on the uphill sections so I could photograph the boys in action.
The start was quite challenging as the track rises 80 metres over the first 350-400 metres. The Big Lad quickly grasped the right gear combination and technique, but the Wee ‘Un needed a little more guidance and the odd push to keep him going.
Eventually, he took had the gears and technique down, after which they both took off, disappearing into the trees. They’d stop every now and again to wait for the OH and I, usually at places where they could rocket downhill and hurtle through the numerous rivulets that cross the trail.
Harvey, who’s kept fit with my frequent walks, enjoyed himself hugely but the OH felt the pace because, as she wryly observed, she does less walking and cycling now that she lives in the country than when she lived in the city.
In the end, she latched on to my arm, gave me her jacket to carry (along with the water bottles and camera) and cadged a tow for the final two miles back to the car park.
Everyone thought it was a great way to spend two hours so I suspect we’ll be off again soon.