Such a downpour of rain, it seems fit to drown the city. A deluge in July may not be unusual in this inconsistent climate but I could have wished for better near my wedding day. Outside, the rain beats down relentlessly on the walls of Salisbury Cathedral and I am pleased to have gained the shelter of the east hall of Wolvesley Castle. Here it is that our wedding banquet will be held, and preparations are already in hand. I must say that after spending several days in Southampton awaiting the arrival of my prince and then returning to London without so much as a glimpse of him, my patience began to wear exceedingly thin. When it happened a second time after I had travelled again to the city with my attendants, servants and close advisors only to find it a fruitless journey, I was in bad hu
