A few years ago on a visit to Sheffield, I decided to see if I could find the family records in the church in Walkley where my siblings and I were christened. I made arrangements with the vicar to see the ledgers of christenings and deaths etc.. After perusing them for a while, I decided I needed a piece of paper to write on, when turning the pages of one of the dusty old ledgers, a plain piece of paper dropped out. Opening it up, it had my home address on from 1953, and christening information for my cousin who actually lived in the Attercliffe area.
On the same visit to Sheffield a few days later, I tried to look up my grandfather's grave. I had no idea where it was other than in Walkley cemetery, and next to a war grave. Looking around the vast area of very overgrown grave sites, I decided this was a mission impossible, so decided I'd check out the areas surrounding three of the many war graves, which, fortunately were easily identified because the grass and headstones were maintained by the war grave commission, If there was no success after this, I'd give up. Checking two, with no results, I saw a third one, way down one of the paths. A burst of sunshine streaming through the trees was highlighting this particular headstone, so off I went to check. Sure enough, next to the headstone was the grave I was looking for, and more surprisingly, the war grave belonged to our next door neighbour at the time, who had been killed during the war.
Spooky, but I guess someone was watching over me on that visit.