Singletrack
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Mmmm Guinness.<br />
We didn’t bother concealing our mirth and it was a while<br />
before we fished him out to lick his wounds and remove the<br />
prickles from his damaged hand.<br />
Carrying gingerly on we reached the top of the Granite<br />
Trail, another quarry access where bogey rails once carried<br />
the quartz-rich stone directly down to the harbour below.<br />
Up the hill, another quarry, more spectacular views, and<br />
an impromptu photo shoot on the dusty drop from the<br />
viewpoint plinth filled the next half hour before the promise<br />
of the next trail grew irresistible and we spurted back into<br />
the trees. Yet another picture-perfect line of crafted drops,<br />
gravelly corners and pine needle goodness preceded the<br />
draggy ascent to Drinnahilly, the obvious peak topped by the<br />
telecommunications mast. From here, numerous lines convene<br />
near the Shepherd’s Cottage where a stream-hugging delight<br />
of a singletrack led us ultimately back to the outskirts of town.<br />
We spun gently up the alarmingly steep road climb back<br />
over the cross of the eight, conserving energy for the return<br />
through Tollymore Forest. Slightly weary, but homeward<br />
bound, we’d saved enough in the tank to attack the sharp drop<br />
to the river and the twisting bank-edge cross-country loop to<br />
Ivy Bridge. From here, route choice is largely irrelevant and<br />
it was the possibility of some arty bluebell pics that saw us<br />
ascending again, more than strictly necessary, before dropping<br />
back to the water at Parnell’s Bridge. All continuing routes<br />
here ultimately lead back up-valley and with light fading and<br />
the pinch of skipped meals becoming increasingly insistent<br />
we cut up to the main road past the striking architecture of<br />
Tollymore National Outdoor Centre before a quick blast back<br />
to the start.<br />
It’s often hard to truly appreciate what you’ve got on your<br />
doorstep. An enforced layoff and the fondness of absence are<br />
‘First person to spot the sea wins!’<br />
a powerful combination and, despite the obvious stupidity of<br />
this folly, neither Eddie nor I had any regrets. This ride was<br />
an ill-advised cracker that we not only survived, we massively<br />
enjoyed – thanks to world-class trails and amazing company.<br />
As an added bonus, the next morning I had about 10° more<br />
movement in my shoulder – a few more of these and that op<br />
will be cancelled!<br />
Why Bother?<br />
The Mourne Mountains and surrounding forests are a<br />
mountain biking paradise. Within less than half an hour of<br />
Newcastle are several well-developed areas, full of semi-natural<br />
flowing singletrack, as well as two really enjoyable trail centres<br />
at Castlewellan and Rostrevor. This ride is a great combination<br />
of open hillside and glorious woodland, but even within<br />
this there are tons of variations and with a modicum of map<br />
ability and a small sense of adventure you’ll discover a neverending<br />
array of intertwined tracks.<br />
Unlike some regions, you’re never far from assistance, and<br />
although the serenity will make you feel miles from anywhere,<br />
there is none of the associated danger of proper wilderness.<br />
Trails are generally quiet and the local riders are extremely<br />
friendly. While there isn’t a pile of big mountain riding, there<br />
is a constant and spectacular backdrop to the miles of forest<br />
trails and more than enough to create a great trip in a new<br />
location.<br />
Newcastle is a tourist town with all accommodation<br />
options from hostel to posh hotel and a broad range of eating<br />
and drinking choices. There’s plenty to do if you want to bring<br />
the family and the Mournes are a great spot for a range of<br />
other outdoor activities. Of course, the Guinness tastes better<br />
and the craic is endless to be sure…<br />
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