In one of his typically indiscreet moments – His Lordship let slip to his fellow poet Thomas Moore that he thought Seaham to be rather ‘dreary’.
I disagree. Seaham is a delightful place if you are partial to a chilly eastern wind and plain speaking besides.
But as a guest of His Lordship’s future in-laws – I must hold my tongue.
However, before I enjoy a glass of Sir Ralph’s finest champagne in honour of the New Year – kindly accept my warmest felicitations.
Although I would much prefer a snifter of His Lordship’s brandy…
‘January 1 1815’