June 22 – June 24, 2018
We are at the early and giddy stages of planning a festival of cycling and hiking the wilds of Leitrim in the North West of Ireland.
Dates have been confirmed and venues booked. We’re planning some amazing routes and campout locations. A request for fine weather is pending…
The whole idea behind hiking, cycle touring or bikepacking is moving through the country side at a slow pace, taking time to absorb your surroundings and acknowledging the beauty of it all.
To help you acknowledge this beauty it’s a well known ‘fact’ you become more observant of your surroundings after a cup of good coffee! Read More
Whether you’re location scouting for moody electro-synth music videos or in the need of a healthy dose of fresh air there’s no better place than North Leitrim, Ireland!
In Ireland there is an old folk tale that warns against picking wild berries after Halloween. The Púka (a mischievous shape shifting Irish fairy) will pee and spit all over the wild berries once October has passed rendering them inedible. So although rose hip berries are visible throughout the winter it’s best to leave them to the Púca!
Leitrim, in the North West of Ireland, can be divided into two parts, the lowlands of the south and the highlands of the north, with Lough Allen in the middle. I’ll explore the south of the county on another day but for now the North Leitrim hills awash with it’s autumn colour have me enthralled. With rippling hills, unmanicured hedgerows, glacial lakes and a vast network of meandering little roads to explore it’s a cyclists seventh heaven!
After a wet and blustery start to August it’s tempting to conjure up some druidic magic to try to save the remainder of the ‘summer’ before it’s swept away by our unforgiving weather. Thankfully you won’t need to sacrifice any virginal bride in a public ceremony, instead making and bottling some meadowsweet cordial should be enough to at least remind you of the summery good times!
When in Iceland do as the Icelandic do! I’m pretty sure Icelanders sleep in bike sheds, have lunch in drain pipes and ‘baaaa’ manically at sheep… If so, we blended in seamlessly!
Words and pictures really struggle to capture the experience of standing barefoot in a hot bubbling mud pool, watching mist slowly reveal a creaking glacier while you’re chewing on copious amounts of liquorice sticks! Iceland is a country of stunning raw beauty, beautiful contradictions and elves… apparently!