Happy Birthday, Lord Byron

Happy Birthday, Byron. Here we are at your glorious home about ten years ago. When we arrived we had to stay in the car for ten minutes as we were greeted by a sudden, ferocious thunder storm complete with forked lightning. How very apt, we thought. And how unnerving it was. And I still get a shiver down my spine when I recall how that beautiful peacock looked right into my soul when our eyes met. xx