By the time you read this it will, for those in the Northern hemisphere at least, be BUNTING TIME! Bunting time, you may well be asking, What's that? A description given in 1698 states that it is "when the grass is high enough to hide the young men and maids"....and if you are still puzzled, perhaps you should brush up your Shakespeare or read Thomas Hardy's "The Woodlanders" to discover how our forebears set about their courting...most certainly pagan in origin, these practices survived into the 19th century, but could well have been shunned by Buntings with strong New Testament-based beliefs.
There is no end to the compiling of family history, whichever way you look at it. As our research into the past progresses, so our own lives unfold and the story continues. Even as I write, I mourn the death of my own Mother who, ten days before her death, was present at a family wedding in Sheffield.
Well where has the year gone to! It seems as if Christmas was only yesterday and tomorrow it will be May!
Since our Gathering the time has just flown. Just after the Gathering David from Holkham put an article in his local paper and had quite a few responses, one of whom was related to him. A writer for the newspaper was prompted to write an article on the Bunting store in Norwich as a result, which in turn brought forward other memories of the store.