Month March 2014
Every day as Lord Byron dressed, he looked out the window to a view of the ruin which was his ancestral home. Such a Romantic view for one of the great Romantic poets has a satisfying congruence. We had taken… Continue Reading →
Hail, rain, sleet, a few fleeting snowflakes, wind and sun. Immaculate air. Sheep, stone fences, lines of trees with their naked branches and twigs making fractal patterns against the sky. A great day for a walk in the Peak District…. Continue Reading →