Wednesday, April 18. To Woking, to Woking, to buy a fat hen. None for sale, worse luck. Waded through early C18 ludicrous legal Latin, but the bad girls we were chasing proved elusive. Noted many others, however, charged with being 'lewd and idle', plus a member of the criminal dynasty from which L traces her ancestry. So perhaps it's a good thing that a number of records of indictments from the 1710s and thereabouts no longer exist. L also lost £20 through not validating her oyster card, though compared with the gentleman who had his pocket picked in 1718 of sixteen pounds in gold and silver, it seems a bit trifling.
Today we move house, away from A's effusive hospitality, so he can sleep in his own bed again. Tomorrow to fresh woods.