I have always maintained a interest in the poetry and life of Lord Byron and attended the Scrope Davies exhibition in London a number of years ago

The reason that I travelled so far was that Scrope Davies had been a friend of Byron and a number of items associated with Byron were on rare display

One that took my fancy was a small envelope containing the pubic hair of Lady Caroline Lamb which she had sent to the poet during her infatuation with him

The very thought that her pubic hair was on public display long after her early death interested me

It was then that I became aware of a woman of about my own age standing next to me

She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a loose white cotton shirt whose buttons had loosened exposing her small pale breast

Although I did not want to I stole a glance and was caught in my trespass by my neighbour who gently smiled at me before she recovered her modesty

It was a moment that I knew would embed itself in my memory and now all these years later I recalled it into print

I still read Byron’s poetry and have not tired of his excesses although I wonder what he would have made of this my short erotic journey

It is likely that I will never find out