
Shrink Me! A Miniaturist Makes a House Call.
As I looked around at the familiar sight of the huge fire with spit roast and bread oven – I felt as if I had shrunk and had actually wandered into the basement kitchen of Lord B’s abode!
Read MoreAs I looked around at the familiar sight of the huge fire with spit roast and bread oven – I felt as if I had shrunk and had actually wandered into the basement kitchen of Lord B’s abode!
Read MoreAs Byron was languishing inside the comfortable environs of 13 Piccadilly Terrace on a warm June – he was firing off an epistle to a literary pal and champion of liberal thought.
Read MoreFast 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!
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