Old London Road
Work in Progress 4
Reading back through what I've written so far about this road, there are a couple of things which stand out (this whole process is something like panning for gold - a constant sifting of material to find the one or two bits that will lead to other things). Firstly there is the line from Observation 3:
"The road is whatever people who travel it were/are thinking."
This led me straight away to consider any future work as involving a series of narratives lasting as long as it takes someone (on average) to walk this stretch of road. The road after all, considering what I've said, is defined as much by a period of thought as it is a physical distance.
Secondly, there was the fly-tipping which I discovered on my first visit. I've begun to see the experience of walking this road as having something in common with leaving something beside the road. Of course fly-tipping is appalling so I'm merely using it as a metaphor. In the fly-tipping I saw there were elements of someone's life scattered in the hedgerows and I can't help but see the road as being full of bits of experience, left behind as someone travels.