As is often my want when out on the bike first thing on a dry morning (I don’t do wet), I change my route on a whim. This morning I decided to check out the entrance to the British Sugar site at Sproughton, a happy hunting ground for Edgelands images.

I chanced upon this new bit of fly-tipping and immediately thought of Eggleston albeit, a much more modern version and dare I say it not as serviceable as the one made famous by said photographer.

A banker image was made on the phone then I drove back ( after 7.75 miles on the bike) with the Zenza Bronica and the D810. This is a second banker from the D810 whilst I await the latent image on Portra 160 to emerge from the soup.

I can recall trikes like that in Eggleston’s image. In fact my first self-propelled wheeled transport was a  much bigger and rustier tricycle with solid tyres that the old man tidied up for me, a lovely mix of rust and pale blue and a great big rusty bell to annoy the neighbours with. There were plenty of those little ones like Eggelston’s around on our estate though and invariably just as with clothes they were hand-me-downs. Kids scuttling around, pedalling like fury with front-wheel drive. and no brakes other than reverse pedalling!

How times have changed.

Now the energy source is no doubt non-renewable and in this case it was rear wheel drive…