Margins of the Day

Magic In The Margins Of The Day

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This article was first published in Issue 106 of Singletrack.

Ride, eat, sleep. Ride, eat, sleep, family? Doug has some new priorities.

WORDS and PICTURES by Doug McDonald.

Margins of the Day

It has been a very long time since I had to make an effort to fit cycling into my life. I have always had the ‘it’s my job’ top trump to play as I grab my kit and head out of the door. That all changed suddenly and it changed dramatically as the end of my guiding season arrived along with a new baby. Suddenly it wasn’t quite so simple to head out the door and escape on my mountain bike; suddenly I had to justify my rides, fit them in with other people, shorten them, thin them out and miss them all together. At first it wasn’t hard, the new baby kept me pretty busy and life filled the space where my mountain bike had been. That didn’t last though and soon I was getting twitchy and longing for the hills, the adrenaline and the dopamine. I needed to get out in the mountains, and soon it was obvious to my family as well.

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It’s said that a heroin addict will sell their family to let them get the next needle in their arm. Well, my family isn’t for sale; however, I have been taking them to the pawn shop for a couple of hours each day to let me get my hit. Riding in the very early morning, or late evening, depending which baby care shift I am on, means that I can escape at times when I am barely missed, when the rest of the family is sleeping or resting.

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My new family has taken and given a lot, they will do that you know. Babies are the most selfish creatures there are, yet they fill your heart until it explodes into empty corners of your life which you never even knew you had. My new mountain biking regime has echoed that – losses and gains. I really miss riding with friends, that is true; however, friends have made the effort to do rides where I can join them for an hour or two. (I have good friends.) I also miss the all-day epics… the days when the last hill hurts you so deeply inside that you just want to give up, the days when the post-ride shower stings your chafed bum cheeks and your hands struggle to function enough to open a beer. Believe me, I was fortunate enough to enjoy my fair share of those rides, but alas no more, not for a few more months anyway. The gains, though, have been both unexpected and inspiring.

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Riding the strange new land.

I have discovered a strange new land. A land that exists only on the margins of the day. A land painted with magic which changes by the second and dances with light and shadows. In short, I have been exploring the gloaming, or trying to reach summits before the day breaks. The quality of the light is amazing and is different each time, changing trails that I know very well beyond all recognition. Some days the landscape appears to have been touched by King Midas and the world is painted gold; on other evenings the light is bright red and the effect is simultaneously sinister and splendid. Occasionally you are treated to the whole spectrum as the light changes constantly, throwing kaleidoscopic blankets over the mountains.

Margins of the Day

I think that the mornings are my favourite and the big climbs done with a head torch add a whole new dimension to a ride. Even setting out to climb a mountain in the dark, by yourself, is a kind of magic. Gradually the light increases, announcing its intentions with a pyrotechnic display of oranges and yellows around the horizon. Gradually the sun gathers the will to start casting shadows, which creep around you and subtly assert themselves on the ground. One by one the stars wink out and the light thrown through the heavens above you does incredible things to any birds or airplanes high enough to catch the rays.

Seriously, if you haven’t seen this, you really should. Watching a red kite hunting on the event horizon between day and night, flitting from a barely visible shadow to an incandescent streak, ranks up there with the most amazing sights I have ever seen.

Margins of the Day

Just before the dawn there is a dead patch, a point where the light is bright enough to have lost its special quality but before the sun breaks the cover of the horizon. At this time the land is momentarily stripped of its magic. And then… BOOM. The sun breaks its cover and stretches its warming fingers over the sleepy land. Shadows jump from nowhere and your body instantly feels warmer, even though the sun lacks any real heat. I have found that the quality of light at dawn is so much cleaner than dusk – the colours are less intense and shorter lived, but the air seems thinner and you can see further. On my mountains that means standing looking at the surfing beaches over one shoulder and over the other seeing the Pyrenees running away, ever westward. At that time you know that pulling on your riding clothes and braving the cold, dark night was a far better idea than having that second cup of coffee and surfing singletrackworld [but that comes a close second – Ed].

Don’t forget the dusk.

Don’t get me wrong though, it isn’t all about dawn – dusk is pretty special too and its crepuscular light holds a magic of its own. It is a warmer time, both literally and figuratively, with a more golden quality to the light and the land still holding on to the warmth of the day. Dusk light has a truly unreal quality to it, with the rays of light seemingly smeared a bit more, as if the air is thicker and the atmosphere is still heavy with the breath of the day. The Basque Country has the Pyrenees mountains stretching away to the east and the Atlantic Ocean to the north and west, and I think that this contrast adds to the differences in the quality of the light at daybreak and sunset.

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Dusk is a far easier time to escape the house, your body doesn’t have the inertia of the night and, maybe, because of that one fact, it can never be as special. The lowest hanging fruits are never the tastiest after all.

Having said all that, it is a very special point in the ride when you have to admit that you can no longer see enough to ride safely and have to stop and put your light on. Suddenly, as your light powers up, the world outside your beam is thrown into deep shadow and there is a certain feeling of isolation within the bright, cold light of the halogen beams. I am lucky enough to live at the bottom of several pretty large hills, so generally the final part of my night ride is a fantastic blast back to the warm orange glow of the village where I hose the bike off, throw it in the garage and climb to the house where my family awaits. After a quick shower I pour myself a beer and it is time to pick up the baby and get on with being a father. Somehow that all seems a lot easier after getting my fix in the mountains and I know I am lucky to have a family that understands me well enough to know that.

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As time goes on it will be easier for me to escape for mountain biking, and at the start of my guiding season I will again be riding bikes during the day as part of my job. I am looking forward to it. I am also looking forward to the epic rides with friends that I think will creep back into my life in a few months, but I hope that I can still make space for these dawn and dusk adventures. I am sure that I will – now that I know what magic lingers in the margins of the day.


Doug left Scotland to start BasqueMTB in the North of Spain and is still the main guide and dogsbody there. If you like the look of the trails and want to find out more, visit for more information.

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Hannah Dobson

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I came to Singletrack having decided there must be more to life than meetings. I like all bikes, but especially unusual ones. More than bikes, I like what bikes do. I think that they link people and places; that cycling creates a connection between us and our environment; bikes create communities; deliver freedom; bring joy; and improve fitness. They're environmentally friendly and create friendly environments. I try to write about all these things in the hope that others might discover the joy of bikes too.

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