Between Two Worlds?
As a child I loved to shock others with the tale that I had been abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church…
As a child I loved to shock others with the tale that I had been abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church…
On this first day of Lent known as Ash Wednesday, the doors to St M’s Parish Church have opened as the Rev. Suze supported by Verger Philly offer a warm welcome on a chilly and damp afternoon to some familiar faces who have chosen to wear some ‘Sorry Ashes’ on their mouse noses.
And some of those mice have chosen to hang a message of hope on the branches of our Lent Tree…
As the hours tick by on St Valentine’s Day and with a visit from Missy and Millie and THOSE two felines – it’s a blooming lovely afternoon for Norma!
‘It all began the morning after Burn’s Night when having discovered a missive from my Lord Byron – the maid servant Florence, (a foolish girl if ever there was!) took it upon herself to notify Cook of the contents…’
Is it too early in the day for a ‘wee dram’ of my Lord’s finest Scotch whiskey?
Asking for a friend…
Today, on this twenty second day of January in 1815 in the Year of Our Lord – MY Lord Byron is now seven and twenty…
On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time…
Can I trust YOU to be discreet?
I REALLY must learn to hold my tongue!
The eyes AND ears of the Piccadilly household?
One quiet and chilly afternoon – I went for a stroll along Piccadilly to take a lingering look at the abode which was the scene of Lord Byron’s short and difficult union.
From my earliest memories, I have loved exploring our local churches and churches – the opportunity to recreate this world in 12th scale has been impossible to resist!
As the sun disappears on this All Hallows Eve – the folk from the All Hallows Hamlet are excitedly polishing shoes and dusting their finest hats as they dress to impress to celebrate the Festival of Samhain BUT not everyone wants to enjoy this special evening!
“Oh my!” sighed Tilly as she thought about Murphy stalking the All Hallows graveyard at dusk with some very odd white foam on his face!
And why was he suddenly leaving his grey fur all over the place?
But WHO is the black cat and what have they done to inspire such a potion I wonder?