This house in particular, hidden behind a busy road, had remained empty for almost two decades. The doors were boarded up and the windows were smashed by vandals. Cobwebs and woodworm plaguing every inch of the small cottage. Once inside i was surrounded by ruin and decay. Books and family photograph albums. Clothes left inside suitcases and children’s toys. Inside a small tin with the words ‘Hilton’ an urn covered in mould was hidden. Inside was the ashes of the bones of a man named Sidney Charles Hilton. A former bank clerk, he lived his life playing cricket and oil painting. He married Julia baker in the early 1950’s and they both lived a peaceful if isolated life in the cottage known as little hill house. Their son Charlie grew up in the bedroom that now contains a broken bed and the remains of a baby crib. Children’s lullaby books with titles The Taxi that hurried or Winnie the pooh were scattered among the floor. Inside Sidney and Julia’s bedroom, a collection of cameras were settled alone on a window still. A box full of photographs holding moments from christmas and birthdays. It's almost is if the home knew it was succumbing to decay. Pushing the memories it once held inside and kept save out into the woodland outside.