Two hundred and thirty three years ago - Lord Byron made his appearance and even though he shuffled off this mortal planet in 1824 - I still intend to enjoy a large slice or three of delicious cake in his honour!
Read, Laugh AND Eat Cake!
Author: Lady Brigante
Storyteller. Miniaturist. Seeker of the Dead...
Saddle Up? Make Haste!
Miniaturist by day. Storyteller by dusk. Between two worlds on Patreon...
A Melancholy, ‘Honeft Man’…
Byron was noted for his open manner and of his tendency to admit his feelings of despondency, sorrow or his word of choice - melancholy. For his poetry is noted for it, his private journals speak of it and he was often candid about his "constitutional depression of Spirits" in letters to his friends.
Although the study of genetics was unknown in Byron's time, he always believed that he was 'doomed' by the fact that he was a in the words of his mother a "true Byrrone"
Despite his charm, his father was considered a fickle profligate and adulterer and with an irate temper, extreme moods and bouts of depression; Byron's mother Catherine Gordon was more than a match for 'Mad Jack' as he was known throughout society.
In the light of his parents' temperaments and that death by suicide is hinted at on ALL sides of Byron's unique family; it is perhaps NOT surprising that Byron was frequently one unhappy chap...
At Home With Lord Byron…
Of all romances in miniature... perhaps this is the best shape in which Romance can appear...' ~ Lord Byron
The Ghost of Piccadilly
Inspired by the life of this fabulous poet – the Ghost of Piccadilly is the story of a 12th scale historical house which has enjoyed world wide recognition. And a story FAR from over!
My Lady Brigante!
The Lady Brigante loves nothing more than shocking unsuspecting folk with the tale that she was abandoned at birth by gypsies and raised en famille with kindly mice in the crypt of an old church...
Still Life at Newstead Abbey…
On this very day in 1811, our Poet was firing off a letter to his close friend John Cam Hobhouse as he languished inside his crumbling ancestral seat at Newstead Abbey – home to the notorious and profligate Byron family since the Reformation and which lies in the heart of Sherwood Forest in Nottingham. Some years later and with my own life having undergone a recent and dramatic change, I returned to Newstead Abbey on a beautiful September afternoon - albeit with less despondency...
