‘It all began the morning after Burn’s Night when having discovered a missive from my Lord Byron – the maid servant Florence, (a foolish girl if ever there was!) took it upon herself to notify Cook of the contents…’
Merryworth is also home to a gang of unique mice, a brood of chickens and two Little Big Cats who love nothing more than sharing the tales of their musings, ministry and mishaps – even though I’m usually the one attending to most of the work including the designing, creating, researching, blogging and the cleaning up!
The eyes AND ears of the Piccadilly household?
‘Of all romances in miniature – perhaps this is the best shape in which romance can appear’ ~ Lord Byron
One bitterly cold evening and as I put the hens to bed, I could hear the sound of frantic flapping at the end of my garden and with torch in hand I went to look – only to discover that a tiny Blackbird had become trapped in one of my old lobster pots…