When people research their family trees they always crow on about the good stuff. Nobody celebrates being descended from absolute wrong’uns.

My Dad did ours during Covid. I’m related to someone who was hung for smuggling brandy from France in the 1700s. A regular Jack sparrow.

The poor guy had his neck stretched was buried in an unmarked grave at a crossroads which was the thing at the time. We suspect he’s somewhere under an A30 roundabout now that I drive over to visit my in-laws.