I have seen a lot of the A46 road within my 35 years; Burton Farm trip, 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. In around Stratford, Alcester and to Coventry is where my dad would drive me to Saturday and Sunday league football games, and later I would drive myself. Many trips to Warwick hospital. My Dad drove up and down the A46 as a national salesperson for different companies and I will never forget the orange Lollie's 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. Later in my life I would ring dad on a drive to and from work along the A46 or to and from football, to pass the time and check in.
My dad passed away a few years ago in a tragic accident. This journey now sees me still driving to and from work to my mum's house but without the phone calls. I found myself wandering on the drive as the relationship to the journey was now lost and gone, but I then started to see the landscape. Thinking back to how I had used the road and how it had used me. I now stop, park up and walk; documenting what I see and saw, what is old and new and the changes. I now drive further to where I do not know, documenting other landscapes, places, and memories.