Glorious Glentrool gravel

Forest roads wound for miles across the hillsides – built for logging lorries but ideal for our needs. We'd found the perfect place for some family cycling.

A child rides their bike on a winding trail through a pine forest, their green coat billowing behind them.

After settling into our little white cottage, we rode the path from the village down to the visitors’ centre. Off-road riding almost from the door. This was how things should be, this was going to be a good holiday.

The path would be the starting point for many of our adventures during our ten days in Glentrool. Winding through the trees, it can’t have been more than a kilometre or so. And the road it bypassed wasn’t exactly busy. But what the path represented was important.