Motorways and flyovers don’t generally get much love – even less so when they’re plonked in the middle of a city.
Concrete flyovers and the giant stilts that hold them up speak of the triumph of utility over beauty. William Morris would have sobbed had he lived to witness the destruction of green fields to make way for Spaghetti Junction.
It’s strange, then, that the four-lane A40 flyover in west London, known as the Westway, is held in
