A few weeks ago our ambassador Julia Hobson watched in amazement, a beautiful video released by adventurer Alastair Humphries titled “Mountain Bikes and Bothy Nights”. The video followed an imaginary journey linking ‘bothies’ in the wildest parts of Scotland by bike. It struck Julia how no one could possibly watch the video without thinking longingly of the mountains whilst wanting to plan an epic adventure……..which is exactly what Julia did along with her friends Andy, Aneela and Anna. Catch her adventure below.

The Bothy Espace

For those not in the know, or who haven’t yet watched Alastair’s film, Bothies are simple, rustic, rudimentary shelters in remote places, left unlocked and free to use by all those who enjoy wild and lonely places.IMG_20150503_175411 copyThey can range from small huts, to 2-storey cottages. There are no facilities, just a dry space, often with a fireplace or woodburner, and sometimes a sleeping bench on which to put your mat. You must take in (and out) everything you will need, including food, sleeping equipment, fuel for cooking and the fire, and anything else you need to be self sufficient.

Bank holidays can only mean one thing, traffic-jams

Armed with a trolley full of food from Aldi, kit for every weather eventuality and our bikes, the four of us headed north from the Borders on Bank Holiday Friday. Feeling smug whilst we cruised along with few other cars on the roads as we listened to a 30minute bulletin of Bank Holiday traffic chaos in the south of England, it felt good to be going further away from the crowds!IMG_20150503_120923 copyOur plan was loosely based around heading North West, checking the weather, and deciding on a one or two night bothy trip with some exploratory mountain biking in between. Despite the fact that Andy and Aneela know most of Scotland like the back of their hands, there are occasionally still trails they haven’t explored, and bothies they haven’t stayed in, and whilst I’ve done some riding in the North West Highlands, there are many many trails I’ve yet to discover there.

Dear Mr Weatherman

The weather forecast was terrible, we hadn’t sorted out bags or kit, and there were a whole load of reasons and excuses we could have come up with for not setting out on Saturday morning. But ultimately, we all knew that the hardest part of trips like this is getting started, and once you’re on your way, you’re so glad you are…so we summoned up some motivation and got ready to go.A couple of hours of kit packing followed….This may sound excessive until you realise what needed to be carried, and carried in a way that it was still possible, and enjoyable, to ride a bike on some technical terrain!img_4481 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

Along with sleeping bags, mats, dry clothes and warm jackets, food for 3 days, water, first aid kit, maps, bike parts and tools, a camping stove and fuel, pans and mugs, fuel for the fire, and head-torches, there was also the small matter of trying to fit in some beer and wine for a couple of nights for the four of us! I for one was adamant this wasn’t going to get left behind….we were going to need some nightly reward for hefting these heavy bags across the mountains on our backs! Some tough riding was going to follow for sure!

Getting back to basics in the highlands

There’s a sense of setting out on a great big adventure when you take all your food and kit with you like that, even if it’s just for a night or two. Once you pedal away from your car and out into the hills it feels like you’re getting “out there”, away from it all….from people, from the noise of roads, from computers and smartphones and TVs, from the comforts of modern living, out of your comfort zone…it’s just you, your friends and your bikes in the great outdoors. If you forget something or break something you can’t just nip to the shops to fix it, you have to be completely self-sufficient.P1130580 copyBritain is not a particularly wild place when you compare it to the great wildernesses of the World, but “Wild” can mean different things to different people, and for most of us that aren’t explorers, there are plenty of places in Scotland where the ‘Wild Factor’ is pretty high. It is also a place where the wilderness is easily accessible.

Get inspired, grab a map and make a plan

You just need to get inspired, grab a map, make a plan and go, and as we found within a few hours of effort, you can find yourself in a place that feels remote, lonely and isolated, where you are humbled by incredible mountains all around and few signs of human interference.

No pylons and electricity, no roads, no phone reception, no houses, just the small trace of rocky singletrack you’ve followed to get here, and the sight of a tiny stone bothy nestled deep in the valley below.img_4507 copyPhoto: Aneela McKenna

So we pushed and rode our bikes uphill and over a small pass, stopping to readjust bags so we weren’t unbalanced on the bikes. It was hard work, but then the harder you work to get somewhere, often the greater the reward is when you get there. It took a while to get used to riding with such a heavy bag, and there were a few boggy sections where we all only narrowly avoided being dispatched out the front door as our front wheels sank and the weight of the bags on our backs kept us travelling forward with more momentum than normal!

Winning on a jolly bothy holiday

But the weather was perfect, the views were stunning, and it felt good to be outside on bikes in an incredibly beautiful place. The descent to the bothy was superb, and became a whole lot more fun as we spotted 5 walkers heading across the valley floor to the same bothy we were making our way towards! Andy and I picked up the pace and began charging down, unsure of how much space was in the bothy and whether we’d get there and stake our claim first! Fortunately they were all staying in tents nearby and there was only one other resident for the night, and plenty of space for us all in the cosy little building.img_4518 copyPhoto: Aneela McKenna

As the gale force wind howled and roared outside overnight, sounding as though it would lift the roof off at times, the rain and sleet lashed down, and the rivers around us swelled to impassable torrents of gushing water, we stayed warm and dry sleeping inside the bothy after our feast of risotto with chorizo, washed down with a mug of French red wine, enjoyed in front of a roaring fire. We awoke to more of the same, gale force winds that would’ve made riding impossible, heavy sleety rain, and no desire to leave the warmth of our little shelter!

So we drank tea, ate sweets and chocolate, played cards, talked about all sorts of stuff and put the world to rights, played rounders with scrunched up paper and a bottle, and came up with numerous other ways to pass the time. Apart from the rounders, most of the time we were sat in our down jackets and sleeping bags….like a kind of bothy-duvet day! It was great.img_4574 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

It’s so rare that you ever find yourselves in that position, with no phones or computers or tv or indeed anything to do except talk and interact with other people who are equally undistracted! I think we all felt it was good for us! However, after 10 hours in a small room, we were all going a bit stir-crazy…fortunately, the weather had started to abate, the river levels were receeding and we decided that we might go insane if we stayed indoors any longer, so we packed up in record time, cleaned the bothy to leave it as we found it, and headed out at 7pm for a dash to another bothy.

Bothy hopping

A half hour of river and saturated bog crossing, then a pedal on gloriously fast landrover track followed. The weather was continuing to improve, we were sheltered in the lee of the wind behind a big hill, and the sun was trying to come out, illuminating the new snow on the high hills above us.

Maybe it was the effect of having been stuck indoors all day, or perhaps the quantity of sugar we’d consumed whilst sat around, or possibly the exhilaration of feeling so alive as the cold water filled our shoes and socks as we crossed rivers and bogs, and the wind and the sun hit our faces as we pedalled away, or perhaps even the vastness and emptiness of the place we found ourselves in, towering mountains all around, rivers full with rain water, the herd of deer that ran past…Whatever it was, it made me want to whoop and holler in delight at where we were and what we were doing!IMG_20150503_120847 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

The bothy we arrived at was huge, it even had a toilet! Even more excitingly, there was masses of firewood to burn on the fire to try to dry our wet kit. We cooked another feast, drank some more delicious beer and wine, went out to look at the beautiful starry skies, threw logs on the fire until we were practically cooking from the heat given off, and then slept well again.

Rise and shine

The next morning brought much better weather, and with packs infinitely lighter now our food, fuel, and alcohol were depleted, we headed off on an interesting looking trail on the map that none of us had ridden before. It looked on paper like it had the potential to be either completely amazing, or utterly soul-destroyingly boggy and unrideable! That’s the beauty of trail exploring, and what you have to prepare yourself for when you set off on a ride like that!IMG_20150503_180504 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

We started by pushing and carrying our bikes up a boggy hillside on a barely-there trail through the tussocks and heather….you might be thinking this already sounds horrendous, but none of us are averse to a bit of hike-a-bike in the search for those ultimate trails! In fact, I often actually quite like that kind of suffering to get to a trail…it makes the reward of finding a good one oh so much sweeter when you get there, and knowing that most of the biking population won’t bother to put that kind of effort in to ride something makes you smile at the knowledge that you’ve found your own little secret piece of singletrack gold.

And find it we did….P1130595 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

A glorious ribbon of undulating technical rocky singletrack, followed by a fantastic technical descent, 99% rideable, 100% pure fun. It was the kind of trail you always hope to find when you’re exploring new trails, almost like it had been made for bikes. I was in my element. It’s for days and moments like this that I ride my bike….an awesome ride and adventure, on an engaging, exhilarating trail, with great, like-minded people, in a wild and special place amidst dramatic scenery. There were smiles for miles by the time we got to the bottom and headed back to where we’d left our vans a couple of days before.

It’s amazing how a few days living without the usual comforts of modern life can make you appreciate everything so much more…. clean clothes, dry shoes, food that doesn’t just need water adding to cook it, a proper bed, a shower…they all felt like little luxuries!img_4623 copyPhoto: Andy McKenna

Our trip was only a mini adventure, but that’s all we all needed to come back feeling refreshed, energised, and inspired for more. In fact, in 3 days we rode a grand total of 15 miles, but boy did it feel a lot bigger and like we got a lot further away.

It just goes to show though, that adventures don’t all have to be huge, monumental, daunting challenges that take weeks to plan, to feel like you’ve had a giant break from normality. They may not even feel worthy of being called an “adventure”….but the beauty of adventure is that it means different things to different people.

For me it means stepping outside of your comfort zone, away from the things you know and that make life easy, doing something different from your “normal”, challenging yourself, taking on something that scares you, going somewhere that excites you, that may have risks and almost certainly has an uncertain outcome. Something that you might not complete, or finish, where you may have to turn back, or alter your plans. Something that’ll leave you with a sense of reward or satisfaction, or achievement.IMG_20150502_165405 copy

Keep close to nature’s heart

Whatever and wherever your adventures are, they are always good for the soul, and we should all seek to take them once in a while. I think John Muir knew what I was trying to say about this….

“Keep close to Nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”

Biking to bothies is a great way to have a micro adventure and a way to explore some of the wild places that do still exist in our little country. All it takes is a will to want to do it and the motivation to make it happen.

Selfishly, I’m not going to tell you exactly where we rode or on what trails….Scotland is full of spectacular places and half the fun of adventures is going to explore and find your own hidden gems! So get out there and go and explore!!


We hope this has inspired you to get out there on your own bothy adventure, we know it’s got us planning our next adventure.

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