In Barton Fields the sound of motorbikes could be heard – much louder than the bike or two often heard near Radley Lakes.

By the river the roaring got louder, and very soon the event could be seen, between nettles, trees, and reeds – a twisting up and down circuit on the opposite side.

Going as far as the Railway Bridge the sound followed, until one of the race heats finished.

A moment of calm.

A train went over. A loud speaker then announced the last heat was to begin
and…. the trial bikes were off again

…. rrrrm vrrrmm rrrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmm vrrrrm. Or something like that.