We had always suspected there must be negatives, or photos - somewhere. My great-grandfather was an odd man by all accounts. He had hobbies! Including amateur photography. However - apart from two small family photos, faded and scuffed, none of his photos remained. Why? Nothing of family weddings, christenings, holidays? What kind of photographer was he? Then, last April, when his former house was being sold, rooms, shed,attic were emptied. And hidden away, were boxes - an archive of glass plate negatives, untouched for 100 years. So, as a photographer, I engaged with this family archive - my people. I began to question how the past is remembered? A re-examination of the places he had been. But then we found a letter.