A trip down the winding pathways of cyperspace
ife was tidier in the old days of family history. If we were lucky, we found perhaps one fact every few weeks in the County Record Office. Or through a rare coach trip to Kew, the Society of Genealogists’ Library or draughty old St Catherine’s House, a modest crumb of information. Even when we came home with little more than an empty lunch box, aching feet and a crick in the neck it was always a wonderful
