I walk to work. Every day I stomp along the Alcester Road listening to a range of audio treats on my iPod whilst day dreaming of a life that doesn’t entail the nine to five, or I try to unentangle the latest plot twist of my ever growing novel. That is until yesterday.
Yesterday I was yanked from my musings as I glanced upon a forest of question marks. Someone has covered both sides of the bridge, just before Queensbridge Road, with White question marks all across the Brock work. Who put them there and why?