My journey began in Tomintoul, I cycled along a well-kept track, heading up stream alongside the River Avon. As I venture through the valleys, a mixture of deep browns and vivid greens, you can hear the unmistakable sounds of curlew and oystercatchers busily tending to their young, whilst keeping an eye on the roe deer grazing in the distance. It’s easy to see why Queen Victoria loved this area so much as I passed her special viewing point. After about 12 kilometers of fairly easy riding you find yourself on the flat valley bottom at Inchrory. I headed up the short gorge of the Linn of Avon, a hidden gem that many pass straight past, and decide to have lunch at a deep clear pool fed by a waterfall. From here I could have carried on the journey up onto the dominating peaks of Ben Avon, but instead I decided to lay back and enjoy the sunshine in what felt like my own little piece of Scottish paradise. Myrddin
