Hireth, a Cornish word for which there is no direct English translation. It describes an intangible feeling, a longing for the familiarity and comfort of a place.

I’m finding my roots, making connections, putting down some new roots. But I awoke this morning in my noisy windowless dorm, with a bad case of Hireth, missing the magical sky and pink light and silence from St Ives.  Then I realised how lucky I am to have found another, just different, place to call home.



Thank you for these most awesome images

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

2 replies on “Hireth”

Morning Laura! Sounds like you’re getting on really well – your writing is so evocative and quite spellbinding.
Sounds like you’ve already managed to replace the Harbour Hotel! I think I saw that massive pool complex on one of those Marigold Hotel retirees programmes – so I can picture exactly where you are – it’s huge!
Winter has well and truly arrived here, car was frozen yesterday, my geraniums have flopped and just spent the morning sweeping leaves….
Looking forward to your next installment, it’s like watching having a book when you don’t want it to finish!!


Winter. It’s hard to imagine there’s such a thing. A complete head mash as all the shops and streets are full of Christmas decorations, very tasteful ones, Christmas Promotions, spend £3,000 and get one hour free parking, OK I exaggerate, perhaps my mental HK $ conversion is one zero out. Frozen windscreens, floppy geraniums and leaf sweeping. I have to say I miss none of it. At least you don’t do that leaf blowing thingy, I really never got that, where men have machines to blow leaves into big piles, which they then leave to be blown all about again. Mmmmm. HK is crackers, but there’s some bits of UK that are too.
I’m looking forward to swapping lives with you, or doing a life merry go round I suppose. I’ve come here, you go to St Ives. At some stage we will both get off at the same stop, I look forward to a nice cup of tea, or a G and T, now that’s something we British do rather well!


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