WORDS & PHOTOGRAPHY SANNY
“There’s a voice that keeps on calling me, Down the road, that’s where I’ll always be…” Readers of a certain vintage (‘80s kids) will now be scratching their baldy heads to recall the theme tune to a low budget kids programme from our Canadian friends. It was, of course, The Littlest Hobo – a tale of a German Shepherd dog that wandered from town to town, saving the day along the way.
Had Hobo been Scottish, he might have stopped in Stirling although I suspect the reception he would have gotten back then would have been more of the ‘Get tae f###, ya mangy, rabid mongrel!’ before having a half-eaten chip poke launched at him. Fortunately for the mountain biking hobo who finds themselves whizzing up the A9 to the riding honeypots of the Cairngorms, Torridon and beyond, there is a veritable feast of trail treasure (and mixed metaphors) to be discovered.