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'The Lady of the Heather'

Yep.  With everything I should be working on right now, I came upon a legend that totally intrigues me and now I can't stop reading/researching/investigating everything I can find on it.....

'The Lady of the Heather'.

'The Lady of the Heather' was a Jacobite princess - the illegitimate grand daughter of Bonnie Prince Charlie. She was kidnapped from France about 200 years ago, carried off to New Zealand and abandoned on remote Campbell Island. She lived for months, or years, in a hut at Camp Cove, one provided with lace curtains and even a garden, which included heather.
Though seen by sealers who visited the island intermittently, the lady apparently died in her hut, a sad and solitary castaway.

This reminds me a bit of when I was a teenager and I went in search of 'Adenville' from the Great Brain books.  Because it was a fictitious town based on a real place, I didn't find out where it really was (about 250+ miles northeast roughly of where we'd been looking) until my mid 20's, when I got to have an amazing conversation with Sam Wellar, from Sam Wellar books in Salt Lake.  But those adventures in southern Utah with my family, mainly my grandparents, were always such fun and I grew to love that area as one of my favorite places on earth.

So, now I'm at it again.

But I can't really go out trekking for this one...... as it supposedly takes place 200 years ago on an uninhabited, remote island south of New Zealand.

I'll keep looking...... there isn't much.

I really am weird.

**Funny, I didn't come upon this while checking out Scottish history, etc (something else I'm totally fascinated by).... I came upon it while doing one of my fave pastimes..... studying maps.... found Campbell Island and started Google searches on it.

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