The eyes AND ears of the Piccadilly household?
One quiet and chilly afternoon – I went for a stroll along Piccadilly to take a lingering look at the abode which was the scene of Lord Byron’s short and difficult union.
Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, Christmas Eve has finally arrived at 13 Piccadilly Terrace in the year 1815!
Although I wanted to leave a special gift for Nicole – it was only after I had bounded up the stairs and into the warm and festive loft that discovered that I was not the only visitor on this Christmas Eve…
Although the children may have been ‘nestled all snug in their beds’ waiting for the visit from St Nicholas on Christmas Eve – there was plenty ‘a stirring’ in the kitchen at Piccadilly Terrace.
Of all romances in miniature… perhaps this is the best shape in which Romance can appear…’ ~ Lord Byron
Away in a garden with no cover for his bed. Our sweet Angus lays down his sweet head…
‘Twas the afternoon before Christmas Eve and with a gingerbread house to create – the kitchen of Nicole’s House is a hive of festive activity….
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!
It’s the FOURTH Sunday of Advent and as St M’s choir warm up their vocal chords in the snug vestry and in anticipation of a VERY special Christmas Eve – Choir Master Roland is waiting for Mary to arrive to light our FOURTH Advent Candle.
But WHERE is Mary?
As Verger Philly listens to the joyful bird song in the chilly morning outside and watches as the old bare trees cast glorious shadows through the windows – she is waiting for Mary to arrive to light our THIRD Advent Candle…
Here in Merryworth Town and as our excited young mice open another door of their Advent Calendar – Curate Bertram waits in the cozy Chancel of St M’s Parish Church…