About 10 years ago my parents moved from Stratford Upon Avon, where I had grown up with my sister and moved down the A46 to Bidford on Avon, we helped them move and I have lived in the house a few times; after university and after a breakup with a girlfriend. I have seen a lot of the A46 within my 34 years; Burton Farm tip, where myself and my dad would take trips at the weekend with hedge cuttings and unwanted trinkets to dispose of and give to the Hospice shop. Alcester To Coventry is where my dad would drive me to football games. May trips to Warwick hospital. My Dad drove up and down the A46 as a national salesman for different companies and I will never forget the orange lollies from Little Chefs that he would bring home and the small BP albums that we used to collect; Euro 96 and Teenage Ninja Mutant Turtles.
My dad passed away a few years ago in a tragic accident, I am driving down the A46 a lot as it gets me to work and it get me to my mum. I would always ring my dad on these drives to talk about the football results, how I was, how we were and basically everything and anything. This cathartic journey was now lost and gone, on the drive now I would get lost in the landscape. The landscape felt new to me, even though I had driven up down these roads nearly all my life. I now stop and walk documenting what I saw and see, what was old and the new. I then drove where I did not know and that was, documenting other memories.