Hireth is a Cornish word that translates as a yearning for something now gone, an ache to go back to a place and a time that no longer exists.
Amongst my late parents' collection are a selection of snapshots all taken in the areas that surround the seaside town of Marazion in Cornwall. It is where my dad originated from and in 1945 he took my nineteen year old mum back to his birthplace for the very first time.
Seventy-five years later I return to the same places they once inhabited, empty spaces now devoid of their presence.
