My mother was fey, to use the Scottish term, and funnily enough I marries a girl who had the gift too. I think my son is, but he would die rather than admit it. Once when we were in Germany my wife heard a motorbike and looked up and said "That's David" (our son). We didn't even know he was in the country, let alone that he had bought a motor bike, but sure enough it was him.
When we lived in Cornwall my wife would always get an uncomfortable feeling when we drove along a certain road, a real feeling of dread, and she would get very cold even on the hottest day.
We were telling this to an old Cornishman and he told us that that was where they used to burn the witches!