Hello everyone and welcome to the History of England episode 107, The Death of June.

So last week, Calais finally fell to the English, and for all intents and purposes, Edward's

great Cressy campaign was finally over. Edward immediately threw all the French citizens out,

made a big pile of their ill-gotten gains, and invited English merchants to come and settle.

For the next 150 years or so, Calais was to be a little bit of England in France,

unlike Aquitaine for example, which was like a little bit of France, in France.

For Philip, the landless citizens were a brand of his shame, and he did his level best to find

them new homes and help them out. Now by September 1347, both sides were ready for a nice cup of tea

and a bit of a break, and a nine-month truce was duly signed. It was a walk over for the English

of course, who remained in possession, and the Flemish who retained almost complete independence.

Edward, after 15 months on the road, finally set off home, where he proceeded to party.

Big time.

Christmas spent in Gelford in the south of England was something of a holy in the Edwardian fashion,

and who can blame the lad. He was 35, he had just covered himself in glory,

the walls of the Tower of London bulged slightly from the pressure of the rich lords and kings,

squeezed in there waiting for ransom. As one chronicler put it, it seemed that a new

son had arisen for the English because of the abundance of peace, then plenitude of good,

and the glory of the victor.

Another significant event was the departure of Edward's daughter Joan, just 14.

Little Joan had been betrothed to the age of 11 to Pedro of Castile as part of a Castilian alliance,

and the time had come for her to go. Now basically, this was the equivalent in the modern day

of your child emigrating to the other side of the world. Really, that was it. You were not going to

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