For thirty years Jimmy Forsyth travelled down Newcastle's Scotswood Road, battered camera in hand. A chronicle of post-war Britain, a mirror of human life, Jimmy's journey along that road has been described as a work of near genius. His book begins in the early fifties. It is one of the most important records of working-class society that anyone has produced. He had no training at all in photography or art. He started out using a Coronet Camera Company 127 box camera, switching later to a Rolleiflex bought secondhand for the relatively immense sum of GBP20.