The Price is Right?

However, as the doors to MY Piccadilly Terrace have been closed for some time now - I too plead guilty to the charge of being a ‘lazy correspondent’ and although my state of health is far from delicate unlike that of Byron’s pregnant spouse; I have found myself centre stage in a series of unfortunate events since the spring, that have kept me from darkening the doorsof Number 13...

The Agony of a Stroll Along Piccadilly…

'We mean to metropolize to-morrow, and you will address your next to Piccadilly...' ~ Lord Byron Last November I too metropolized to London for a few days and on one quiet and chilly afternoon after a quick rendezvous with Lord Byron in Bennet Street, 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 Annabella Milbanke and the inspiration for the creation of Byron's abode, albeit in 12th scale!

Taking My Leave of Number 13?

"Walked early to look at my old house in Piccadilly - saw into the room where I have sat with him, and felt as if I had lived there with a friend who was long since dead to me." These poignant reflections were noted in Annabella's journal on September 17 in 1820, a mere four years after she had left hearth, home and Byron behind on a cold January day and walked out of the front door of 13 Piccadilly Terrace for the last time...