Hireth is a Cornish word that translates as a yearning for something now gone, an ache to go back to a time and a place that no longer exists. 
Amongst my late parent's collection of analogue albums and photographs were an assortment 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. 
I return on my own to the same places once inhabited by my parents, now devoid of their presence.
The photo montages collapse and converge the time between my own, and my parent's past.