Trail tales
Yet another blog about someones biking adventures. Hopefully this will serve to help people get out there and enjoy the great outdoors as seen from a bike seat. It will also help me remember where I've been over the years!
Wednesday, 7 January 2026
2025, another year, another load of bike riding
Saturday, 20 December 2025
2025 Century ride record
January 2025...
I read 'The Year' again, the other week, and once again contemplated what it would be like to ride more than 200 miles a day, every day, for one year. Safe to say I'm too old for such a thing now (and to be fair I've probably never been in a position to achieve such a thing...) However I've decided to try and ride as many century plus rides as I can this year but to keep it achievable, I'll be looking to beat 12, my previous 'record.' So not many really but if I was a roadie, it would be much easier. Instead my circuits will generally have varying amounts of gravel thrown in, may even be full on off road, including the BB and at least two on the Highland Trail. I'll log every ride and hopefully have a few tales to tell at the end of it all. To be continued in December!
December 2025
Well I beat my previous annual century tally by a mile and it's been fun, mostly. I've largely avoided horrible weather, although been roasted a couple of times, I've ticked off all my usual circuits, done some variations and a few new routes too. Part of my success stemmed from having to fit as much cycling in as I could in between visits to parents, which inevitably led me to many long days to keep the mileage up. As usual, I set my annual target at 6000 miles, at one point wondered if I could push this out to 7k and in the end I've done 6400 miles which is alright. However I failed on the HT, didn't even make the start of the BB2/300 and also failed to do a cycle tour. That said I've done some fab bike rides.
Further highlights:
Sunshine in Arrochar, the Cobbler prominent. Soon after this point I was sat in the sun, eating pizza and an hour or so later drinking beer with good friends.
Several of my circuits take in NCN 7 from Callander to Killin - a cracker of a route.
Another Favourite - the water board road round Loch Katrine - generally devoid of motor traffic, just watch out for glaikit e-bike riders!
I've no real plan to do this again next year although I did take a notion to try to do one a week but this would prevent me doing many other fun rides. At the end of '24 I was determined to do more mountainbiking in '25 (before I decided on this caper) and this is going to be my priority for 2026.
Anyway, the following is my ride log and a very dull read but will remind me what I've done, when and prove I really did do 18 centuries!
No. 1 Sunday January 19th.
Ride length - 172.5k / 107 miles. Time / total time 8hrs / 8hrs 30.
Height gain 1983m
Bike - Stormchaser
Weather - dry, cold, overcast, light breeze
Ride notes.
Campsies and Trossachs. Home to Kincardine Bridge, back roads to south of Stirling, Campsies road, Kilearn, Aberfoyle, Callander, back road home
4th time doing this circuit and first without incident. First time I had terrible trouble with post Storm Arwen (Nov '21) windblow on the cycle route. 2nd was following the World Champ road race which got stopped due to two folk superglueing themselves to the road, 3rd I forgot any form of money so had to subsist on a pork pie, two bits of granola slice, 2 snickers and a packet of crisps I found on the roadside.
This time was easy, despite being January. Temps went from 4 to 7 degrees, there was little wind and it was dry with a slight overcast. The only issue were some of the forest tracks being a mess due to extensive logging activities and the frost coming out of the ground last week.
Loch Venechar cycleway.Up Glen Fruin was glorious with the Arrochar Alps emerging ahead. Then onto the three Lochs Way which had been done up as part of another power line replacement scheme. That said, use by heavy machinery had left many big puddles which made my choice to remove mudguards poor. I carried on past the Glen Douglas road onto the much harder section to Arrochar. This was dispensed with easily enough but a wheel rut got the better of me with a minor fall, a scraped shin and scratched new pedal. Pizza in the sun in Arrochar then the long climb up Glen Croe. A 'Road Closed' sign was ignored and all was well with two big landslips all repaired and machinery parked up for the weekend. Ardroy was reached at 6.40pm and many beers followed.
Dundee and the Tay road bridge. I've not done the Tay loop for a couple of years so may try and do it before the year ends.
Beautiful silvery Tay,
With your landscapes, so lovely and gay,
Along each side of your waters, to Perth all the way;
No other river in the world has got scenery more fine,
Only I am told the beautiful Rhine,
Near to Wormit Bay, it seems very fine,
Where the Railway Bridge is towering above its waters sublime,
And the beautiful ship Mars,
With her Juvenile Tars,
Both lively and gay,
Does carelessly lie
By night and by day,
In the beautiful Bay
Of the silvery Tay.
Beautiful, beautiful! silvery Tay,
Thy scenery is enchanting on a fine summer day,
Near by Balmerino it is beautiful to behold,
When the trees are in full bloom and the cornfields seems like gold –
And nature’s face seems gay,
And the lambkins they do play,
And the humming bee is on the wing,
It is enough to make one sing,
While they carelessly do stray,
Along the beautiful banks of the silvery Tay,
Beautiful silvery Tay, rolling smoothly on your way,
Near by Newport, as clear as the day,
Thy scenery around is charming I’ll be bound…
And would make the heart of any one feel light and gay on a fine summer day,
To view the beautiful scenery along the banks of the silvery Tay.
William McGonagall
Saturday, 13 December 2025
December BAM
December done, and therefore BAM 2025 complete!
As noted last month, I was determined to do something fairly easy as a year finisher. Typically December would be on the Scottish Winter Bivvy but a lack of suitable dates has meant this will hopefully take place in January. As it turns out, it's just as well we aren't trying to head up into the wilds this weekend...
The forecast looked horrible at the beginning of the week so various sheds were considered as I couldn't face a wet pitch. Then suddenly things were looking much better, in fact dry from Thursday morning until Saturday lunchtime (as per quite a few weekends this year) so a bonus tarp bivvy was clearly the way to finish my '25 BAM in a degree of style.
Work got in the way until Friday evening and then I was off, on a route similar to August down by the Fife Coast and into the back of Devilla forest. I kept looking up expecting the rain to come in but stars shone down and it wasn't -6. Fair to say we've had some odd weather this year so of no surprise I suppose but a clear, dry and mild evening in December is a bit of a first. In keeping with my plan not to do anything difficult I headed to my spot of August (plus a few other times) and got pitched up. For a change I'd humped a tin of 'Stag' chilli (actually beef, not deer) with me for tea which was mighty fine. I also brought mulled wine - the remains of a bottle Mum had drank last weekend on here visit - followed of course by a few beers and a dram to finish. So a fine evening all in, followed by a solid 9hrs sleep.
It was getting a bit breezy as I packed up and departed but no sign of the forecasted deluge so I tootled round various local trails, calling in at Baynes the bakers in Kincardine for Breakfast and Stevens in Dollar for lunch. All I needed was a Stuarts and I'd have scored a Fife bakery hat trick. However as I ground up the long climb out of Dollar, it was clear the storm was a-coming so I sploshed across the moor connecting Commonedge and Seamab hills and picked my way down the steep descent as the first sprinkle of rain came in. Home just as it started to get properly horrible
This fella made a determined effort to get into the bivvy bag (walking not flying). I managed to pick it up and set it down under some leaves.Good spot this - fairly open but well sheltered from south westerly gales. A perfect flat tarp pitch I may say!Swans and ducks. I also saw various squirrels, small rodents, two Kestrels and the Ochills red kite.So there we have it - another successful BAM campaign. Better yet, at some point during the Saturday I rolled over 6000 miles for the year. Roll on '26.
PS - the weather is now terrible, thank goodness we aren't doing the SWB this weekend....
Saturday, 22 November 2025
November BAM, another mission...
I've been stricken with a particularly annoying cold all week, which even by Friday hadn't abated. The weather for Friday evening and Saturday on top of what we've had all week meant I had to get out. Then, after a week of serious sub-zeros following a decent dump of snow, plus temps and rain on Friday evening crept into the forecast which was a bit of a downer. However when I knocked off from work, and even after the usual faff to get stuff on the bike, the rain still hadn't started so off we go. Of note was that I was on the ICT, given the likelihood of lots of snow in the hills, complete with Schwalbe Al Mighty's and studs.
I stuck to an oft used route getting the feel of the studded tyres on tarmac plus on a few bits of suicider ice. All good and the trails were still frozen solid, by and large, so all was well. Back to the woods off the Dunning road as per Nov '24 except this time it was 1 degree, not 12! It was quite breezy so I headed further in than a year ago to a spot I'd used back in '22 - another wild night. This was a mistake....
Anyway, despite much coughing, I had a fairly pleasant evening listening to light rain (at 1 degree, not sure why it wasn't snow) and zonked out at 11. Sleep was a bit hit and miss due to the sound of water drops falling off trees splatting onto the tarp, as well as coughing fits. I kept getting a splash in the face which was condensation getting knocked off the inside of the tarp by said splats. Grrr. Dawn awoke me, and I snoozed again until the sun appeared - 9.30! Breakfast followed, me being aware that everything under the tarp and in the bivvy bag was rather damp - condensation mainly.
Not one of my better pitches. I'd actually gone further away from the trail than my '22 spot but this was daft as although it was level, it was a bit tight and the Deschutes really needs a good bit of space, hence the poor pitch. I Should have set up on my more usual spot in the breeze to avoid condensation! There were bits of snow on the ground on my pitch so I'll claim this for a snowy bivvy.Further lost marks - puddles on the tarp!Anyway, despite all of this off I went, feeling a bit rough thanks to the cold but looking forward to some snow time. That said, it wasn't cold - 1 degree still at the bivvy spot but up onto Green Knowe in blazing sunshine it was 8! Getting up here had been hard work - not as bad as my October bivvy ride but still a schlep. The monster snow was fast disappearing and somewhat soggy. This would be my undoing.
Snowy hills, which led me on...
The view north. The Cairngorms got plastered this week and there was even some lift served skiing today. Fingers, toes and eyes crossed this heralds a decent winter!
After bagging a couple more hills, I dropped into Glen Devon and then ground up the long, long climb to Cairnmorris Hill (alt 606). In the valley bottom the trail was still pretty firm but thanks to the inversion, higher up was a different story. Despite the low temps through the week, the frost had come out of the ground and the snow melting drastically - full on porridge. Even with the extreme knobiness of the Al Mighty's (and studs) I was all over the place. I tested the studs on some water ice and they were pretty good, particularly when I dropped the pressures to 3 and 4 PSI. Hopefully no more bust in ribs from icy paths...
It was incredibly hard going - wet snow is actually hellish on a fat bike as the tyres just surf (and slide) into any little rut or hollow. You can be pedaling forward and the front will somehow manage to go backwards. Traction was none existent in places and I managed one off as the bike went completely away from me. Something narrow but extremely spiky would have probably served me better. Oh to have been here on Thursday. I staggered up Tarmangie hill (alt 645) then on to Whitewisp before the long descent to Dollar. I grabbed juice and snacks as I was utterly wasted, then trundled home. All was murk around me as the inversion still hadn't lifted.
So glad to get that one in. My November BAMs are often a bit of a mission but this one takes the biscuit. I'll be doing something much closer to home for December....





























