Hi there,
I'm still quite a newbie at all this, and started out trying to fill in some gaps in work that my mum, aunt and first cousin (who had got the family back centuries with loads of shoe leather) had done. Plus, as I have a young family, it comes in fits and starts, (some years loads, some none). (You can see the excuses starting here
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Anyway, last year we went to Cornwall, never been, wanted to go, and its beautiful. Taking an unplanned detour we're driving through and I see a signpost that sounded familiar, and so got hub to turn the car. It was the Parish of St. Gluvias. Well finally it dawned on me that this was where some ancestors lived several centuries ago. It wasn't signposted, it wasn't on the map, yet somehow we ended up there. I felt so daft later, that I hadn't thought about checking my notes before we went, but it honestly never occurred to me. But talk about the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up as I walked through the graveyard!
