Dearest Duck, It’s Over! Love Pippin…

Yes, February is the month for a profusion of chocolates, expensive red roses and some very dubious Valentine's cards but oh, what a month of anticipation as Cupid's Arrow flies forth! However, sadly not for the poet Lord Byron as February 1816 would be the month that his wife would unceremoniously ditch him!

Behold the Blessings of Lady Noel – Damn!

As we know that no one lives forever - the Lady Noel was no exception for a mere seven months after Lord B's most facetious letter - his Mamma-At-Law died on Monday January 28 in 1822. Byron was not to receive the news of Judith Noel's death until early March from Augusta and true to his detestation of 'cant', his response was brutally frank...

NO Foolish Heart HERE!

MY misdemeanours? Oh! MY foolish Head AND heart!

Our Last Separation – Hopefully!

Of course I love YOU! Are YOU anxious? I doubt it...

Past Agony? Take a Stroll Along Piccadilly!

On 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 his short and difficult union with the unfortunate former Annabella Milbanke AND the inspiration for the creation of Byron's abode - albeit in 12th scale!