England - Tickenham - Skid marks and roadside memorial to joy-rider

This memorial has been placed where a man called 'Lee' died on the A3130 Tickenham Road, Somerset, England, UK. If we drove past this place where someone's life ended, the victim would just be an anonymous statistic but flowers are left to die too and touching poems and dedications are written by family and loved-ones. One reads: "?Do not stand at my grave and weep/I am not there, I do not sleep.? ?I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in a circled flight.? From a project about makeshift shrines: ?Britons have long installed memorials in the landscape: Statues and monuments to war heroes, Princesses and the socially privileged. But nowadays we lay wreaths to those who die suddenly - ordinary folk killed as pedestrians, as drivers or by alcohol, all celebrated on our roadsides and in cities with simple, haunting roadside remembrances.

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This memorial has been placed where a man called 'Lee' died on the A3130 Tickenham Road, Somerset, England, UK. If we drove past this place where someone's life ended, the victim would just be an anonymous statistic but flowers are left to die too and touching poems and dedications are written by family and loved-ones. One reads: "?Do not stand at my grave and weep/I am not there, I do not sleep.? ?I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in a circled flight.? From a project about makeshift shrines: ?Britons have long installed memorials in the landscape: Statues and monuments to war heroes, Princesses and the socially privileged. But nowadays we lay wreaths to those who die suddenly - ordinary folk killed as pedestrians, as drivers or by alcohol, all celebrated on our roadsides and in cities with simple, haunting roadside remembrances.