My Dad passed away in 2016 and I would always ring him on a boring drive to talk about nothing. Now that conversation has gone, and I started to look and think about where I was.
Burton Farm tip, where myself and my dad would take trips at the weekend with hedge cuttings. In and around Stratford, Alcester and to Coventry is where my dad would drive me to football games, and I would later drive myself. Through the years saw many trips to Warwick hospital. My Dads job took him up and down the A46 as a national salesperson for different companies and I will never forget the orange Lollies from Little Chefs that he would bring home and the small BP albums.