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...

Taking My Leave of Number 13?

On a cold January day Lady Byron walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time...

Like Seaham Hall? Vastly!

Although much altered over the intervening years, Seaham Hall is now a rather nice hotel and spa and on cold weekend in February and with the clearest skies imaginable, I returned to the place that Byron in his letter to Tom Moore was to confess to taking a liking to 'vastly'...

A Stroll Along Piccadilly? Oh! The Agony!

Last Spring, I too ‘metropolized’ to London for the day and on a 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 the Ghost of Piccadilly...