Mine also involves graves, airdlass, and in both cases I had the very strange feeling the people wanted to be found! They were all Camerons - it's probably that Scottish clannishness extending beyond the grave!

I set out to find a ggrandfather's grave. All I knew was that he was buried in the bush, somewhere west of Quilpie - and there's an awful lot of empty country out there! Anyway, after many enquiries and much persistence, the Quilpie Shire Council finally found the relevant landowner. Two cousins came with me to visit him - one was the daughter of his son who was one of those who buried him there. Her dad has been gone for a long time, so it was very special for her! We travelled over 1000 kilometres each way, and things happened very smoothly - I'm sure the old boy was making sure that we got there! And it was very moving when we arrived at the grave, which was on a sloping hillside overlooking a creek.
The other instance was when I was in Fort William years ago. I idly went for a walk over the moors, and purely by chance, (?) came upon a remote little cemetery with a number of Camerons buried there. I noted some of the inscriptions, and when I came home and told Dad, he said that some of them were our ancestors. Because I had found the cemetery, he was able to pay a visit on his only trip to Scotland a few years later. This was before I was into family history - but I've always thought I was led there!
MarieC
PS Sadly, some of my English ancestors are absolutely the opposite - they definitely DO NOT WANT to be found!
