Last week I had a wonderful week’s holiday which incorporated some family history. I visited some places in the Glouestershire Cotswolds connected with my maternal side, and a couple in both Warwickshire and Worcestershire too. I was travelling alone, and enjoyed long chats at times with people I met, but I certainly had fewer than ten such chats, more like half a dozen. On three separate occasions I came across somewhat surprising coincidences.
In Beaudesert churchyard in Warwickshire (a place that is essentially part of Henley in Arden) I was searching for the gravestone of my Hickin great great grandparents. I got chatting to a couple who were tending a grave, During the course of our chat, we found that we were both visiting from the Leicester urban area, and that I was looking for my Hickin grave, and that the husband of this couple had a Hickin sister in law from Henley.
In Worcestershire I visited Dormston and Kington, where my Laight ancestors were from, though I could not seem to find the headstone of my ancestor Thomas Laight, who farmed at Cockshot Farm, between the two tiny neighbouring villages. (The fact that the headstone was mistranscribed quite some years ago suggests that it was probably already becoming eroded when that transcription was made, and that it is almost certainly one of the several now entirely unreadable gravestones in the churchyard.)
Some days later, at Symonds Yat in Herefordshire, chatting to another couple, it came out that I had visited Dormston and Kington on my way down to Gloucestershire. And the lady told me that she lived in Cockshot Lane in Kington!
In Gloucestershire, in the beautiful village of Naunton, I got talking to a lady leading a group of ramblers, who were having a lunch break in the churchyard. It came out that we were both there for reasons connected with family history. I was looking at my Beacham connections. The lady told me that she was looking at her Fidoe connections in the area. I was then able to tell her that my ancestor Rebecca Beacham, widow, married John Fidoe, widower, in Naunton. We then learned that both I and the ramblers were visiting from Leicester.