Let Them Eat Cake!
Today, on this twenty second day of January in 1815 in the Year of Our Lord – MY Lord Byron is now seven and twenty…
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?
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.
I profess that cooking is definitely NOT my forte and as I am oblivious to the designs of any kitchen – I would rather spend money on chocolate and books than on a cooking gadget.
Fast forward to the creation of my Byron-inspired abode from that balmy July hundreds of years later as I have now completed the rooms that can be found nestled away in the garrets and eminently suitable for any valet!
Of all romances in miniature… perhaps this is the best shape in which Romance can appear…’ ~ Lord Byron