Hello everyone and welcome to the History of England, Episode 168 with horns and trumpets.

Before I start, I mentioned to all that I joined a group of like-minded podcasters and

we call ourselves Agora. Well, we thought every month we'd highlight one of the podcasts

in the network to all our listeners and this month it's Steve Gwerer's History of the

Papersy. Some of you will already know the podcast and Steve did a guest episode sometime

ago, number 99 I think. Well, now Steve's reached the fifth century, so why not hop along

to his website. Atos History page with the z.com, or to iTunes, or indeed I've put a link

on my website to boot. Last time, which was sometime ago now, we left the

Yorkists riding furiously down muddy lanes to escape Lancastering clutches to flee to

Ireland and to Calais and preserve the hopes of the Yorkist party. In the next three episodes

we have the most dramatic period of all, at least militarily, for the whole war to the

roses with ups and downs you would scornfully laugh at if it was in a novel. But what you're

about to hear, gentle and indeed noble listeners is nothing but the truth. Not necessary, the

whole truth, otherwise we'd be here all year, but nothing but the truth for sure. Or at least

the truth as far as I can know it. Anyway, onward. Edward, Earl of March, Salisbury and Warwick

rode hard all the way down to Devon, where they rocked up at the house of Joanna Dinnum. On

the face of it, this was a strange choice. Joanna's late husband John Dinnum had been

a pretty fervent royalist. His father had been a violent and colourful man if you can

bear a brief digression. So his great grandfather had been killed by two so-called notorious

thieves. And so at the age of 24 John Dinnum III had found and slaughtered one of them,

chased the other to Exetica Thederal where he slaughtered him, to the horror of all right-minded

folks concerned with the sacrilege of God's house. Never mind, he got himself a king's

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