It wasn't quite so horribly hot today...there was even a very slight breeze. We went away to the Farmers Market and bought a couple of the bakers delicious Danish pastries and then I bought a loaf of Five Grain bread from the nice young Frenchman...I'd have had some of his Camembert as well but he had it out on display and it was virtually running away...though that is how one should eat it, I didn't like the fact in was sitting there in the sunshine.

The fruit and veg man, whose name is Michael, had some tiny yellow plums so I bought a dozen of those and some apricots 'cos his apricots are to die for...sweet and very,very juicy...

There was a harpist playing today...that was lovely...the tune sounded Mediaeval but I didn't ask him if it was because he was so engrossed in producing the music...the King House was closed to the public because there was a wedding reception being held there...must have been after we left because although I saw some wedding cars bedecked with swathes of white ribbons I didn't catch sight of guests in their finery or the bride and groom. I'm a terrible rubber-neck when it comes to weddings and will happily stand and gawp.

The King House to be a private house way back...and then it was a Barracks...now it's open to the public so you can read about the history of it and look at the artifacts on display...the Farmers Market is held in a little courtyard in the entrance...and the harpist was sitting near the entrance steps. Thought I'd better explain why I suddenly mentioned the King House...

I have to admit to never having been inside the place...it's somewhere we keep intending to go though so we'll make it one day I expect.

While Millie and Himself went round the park I went into the library and had a long and quite intense conversation with Patricia over books being re-published under another title and how infuriating it is when you discover you've already read it...she's an unusual librarian in that she actually does read books...though they veer towards the gory thrillers which I enjoy...she isn't a blue-stocking!

It was still very warm this afternoon so I sat outside and did some more cross-stitch under our broken sunshade...most of its spokes are bent and held together with those awful tie-wraps that Himself uses the way other people use duct-tape...he loves tie-wraps. Uses them for everything.

I did have my usual hour on Ancestry and have also been trying to find out when the legal age for marriage was set in law in England...because James...the handsome bloke who's death cert I've sent away for...married a girl who was thirteen. I've checked and double checked and can only presume one of the records about her must be wrong. Surely by the mid 1800's the marriageable age was higher than thirteen years for a girl...I know it was perfectly acceptable in the 1700's to be married then...it was twelve for a girl and fourteen for a boy, though they rarely had any babies before the girl was sixteen because puberty began later than it does nowadays. Although in theory you needed parental consent to marry as young as that apparently there were ways around avoiding the parents altogether...dubious churchmen who would marry you for a small fee...

Google didn't really answer my question...I found various sites where people were arguing the toss about it, but no straightforward answers.

Then when I had a proper sort of think about it James and his young wife lived in a remote part of Norfolk in England...so I'm wondering if much notice was taken of the laws of the land if you lived in an out of the way place with an obliging clergyman to do the deed. Anyway she died when she was only twenty-one so I'm going to apply for her death cert and their marriage cert just to satisfy my curosity...

And I found another branch of Himselfs tree which goes way back to the 1400's...the person who has been researching it has ploughed their way through countless Parish records to get back so far...I was really excited. Himself said 'that's nice'...

Makes you wonder why I bother telling him actually.

It's the old boys birthday tomorrow...he'll be seventy-six. Not that he either looks nor acts his actual age. I've bought a Black Forest Gateau in lieu of a cake...