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From Ferg Muir

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Apologies for the long gap since the previous East News – publication is usually driven by the urgent need to publicise some forthcoming East Region Meet, and with the covid virus situation forcing the cancellation of TA events that driver has been missing.

I hope that all of you have got through the recent months unscathed.

It has been, perhaps, the time when the TA Facebook Page has really come into its own with lots of non-competitive trike stuff, both touring and mechanical reported.

Lots of new names as well as several old ones returning – people whom we have not heard much about for too long





Saturday 8th August 2020

Our regional secretary Martin Badham has been working hard  behind the scenes and, with the help of the East Committee, has come up with the following important information

Martin writes:

 The Eastern Region committee have been considering the Regional AGM and this will, be held in a similar fashion to the recent “Virtual” TA National Executive meeting.

The equivalent date to last year would be Saturday 8th August,2020

Please email Martin Badham (mrtnbadham229@gmail.com) to register your interest in attending on-line.

The secretary will begin proceedings by emailing all interested Regional members with an agenda before then and, on the day, write announcing the first item to be discussed.

Moving on through the agenda… following National Executive Committee practice, in these exceptional times, it will be taking as read that…

* Reports from Regional Officials have been accepted

* That all officials will stay in their positions for the 2021 (except for Ian Charity, who has already asked to come off of the committee).

Which really means, as far I can see it, that the main items will be:

* The programme of events for 2021 and

* The NECs request that Regions consider the future viability of continuing as a Region.

Unfortunately a “virtual” AGM limits participation in the AGM to members with internet connection but I cannot see how we else can hold an AGM in the current situation. Therefore, I am asking here if all members of the Eastern Region that are interested in participating in the AGM will contact me by email before the end of July.



Martin has also written to TA Gazette Editor Roger Alma regarding Diary Dates:

“We have decided to cancel all our events for the rest of 2020 due to uncertainty over the COVID-19 situation. The only date for the Gazette Diary is the Eastern Region Annual General Meeting:

August 8th: “Virtual” AGM to be held by email on the lines of the May NEC meeting. Please contact Martin Badham ( mrtnbadham229@gmail.com ) to register your wish to partake. An agenda will be sent to those interested shortly before the meeting. Further details in the Eastern Region report”.


A CORONATION DAY RIDE                     _______­                                By Ferg Muir

In was Coronation day – June 2nd. But unlike THE Coronation Day 67 years earlier in 1953, it was not pouring with rain

In Norfolk June 2nd 2020 was a golden day of sunshine. We had just learnt that that May had been the sunniest on record….and that the fine spell was forecast to come to an end.

Time to get out on the Higgins. It was late afternoon.

In coronavirus quiet I bowled though the centre of Norwich and out along the south side of the Yare Valley though Kirby Bedon and Bramerton. Pedalling up and down across the side-valleys I was glad that, as the most recently overhauled of my machines, the Higgins had benefited from Mick Madgett considerably lowering its bottom gears.

After some seven miles the road drops to river level and there on the left is Rockland Staithe. Here wherries – the sailing barges of the Norfolk Broads – would have come for the bricks made at the large brickworks that was here until the 1930s. A modern-day wood sculpture representing the ribs of a wherry hull stands by a seat on the green.

Then the road – one of my favourites – curves this way and that as it follows the boundary between the grazing marshes on the left and the higher land to the right.

My objective for the evening was to explore the little side-valley of the Carleton Beck, a small tributary of the Yare, which before the days of covid and local-only riding, had not previously attracted my attention.

There was the turning. A very sharp right into Ferry Road – a name that persists miles inland, in discontinuous stretches, and refers to the long-closed Buckenham Ferry. Main routes across this landscape have clearly changed since names became fixed.

I stopped to admire a modern-style stile (sorry!) made up of two galvanised metal posts with short lengths of chain linking them with the main gate-posts. Handy for old chaps like me – you don’t actually have to climb over anything.

After standing aside to let a tractor and load of hay pass, I trundled up the little valley aiming for Carleton St Peter church, which the map showed as standing in the middle of a field with no road access at all.

And indeed it had not – there was a gate and a nicely mown strip across the intervening meadow, but no parking space, no road. I walked across, towing the trike.

Around the church I admired the wonderful brick staircase projection on the side of the tower – this is brickearth country – remember the brickyard at Rockland. I found a sheltered seat to eat a sandwich, with a view across the valley framed by scots pines their trunks lit golden in the con-trail free light of the sunset.

With a lockdown absence of background traffic noise the soundscape was priceless. Birds of different calls and varying proximity; a pair of cyclists on the valley road. I suppose they were talking loudly because of the two-metre separation, but even so the distance their voices carried was amazing.

Two deer, muntjacs perhaps, were barking to each other. Looking back I wonder if it was just one deer and an echo in this clear golden evening.

It was time to go home. I wheeled the trike out of the churchyard and turned to carefully secure the gate. As I did so there was a sort of “woomph” sound – and the trike was no longer there.

It was a magical evening – but surely the Higgins had not been swept into tricycle Valhalla?

But no – the venerable machine was not yet ready for that. The dry ground and mown grass had not been able to hold its wheels still.

The Ancients must have built the holy place of Carleton St Peter on a slight hillock and trike had found its way down a remarkable distance into what, but for the drought, was clearly usually a pond. Finally it had come to a halt amongst monstrous Hogweeds on the other side.

I gingerly crossed the dried mud-crust of the pond – rather conscious that I weigh a good deal more than the Higgins – and retrieved my trike.  Then back to the road, feet in the clips, three right turns and back down the other side of the valley.

I regained the road to Norwich. What might have been a headwind had died with the sunset.

I put on my lights, insects danced in the light-beam, the years seemed to fall from my legs and I spun all the way home.


To follow the route on a Norwich Ordnance map, these national grid refs will help:

Kirby Bedon TG 279054;   Rockland Staithe: TG 329046;   Claxton Corner: TG 344032;   Church: TG 340023.

For those of you who use Facebook, there are some photos taken on this ride on the TA Facebook page

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Best Wishes to You All

Ferg Muir 01603 615000, fergusmuir@btinternet.com


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