On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time…Read More
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.
Alas! The truth is altogether more unremarkable!Read More
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.Read More