Here we are at the front door of 4 Sydney Place, just round the corner from the grandeur of Great Pulteney Street.
Above is the room where I imagined Jane Austen sitting anxiously trying to write with the same alacrity once felt at her family home in Hampshire.
The spindly writing desk shown in the painting is modelled on one here in my studio- her own, at the Jane Austen House Museum, Chawton being no larger than a generously sized dinner plate.
Through the window we can see Martin, resplendent with side whiskers and tall hat, usually to be found standing outside the Jane Austen Museum in Gay Street, posing for selfies with visitors.
But this is a time of Covid- the museum is shut and Martin no longer waits patiently on the steps.
And I have taken liberties with the view- the room would have actually looked out towards Sydney Gardens (modelled on Vauxhall Pleasure Gardens in nineteenth-century London) where Jane and her sister Cassandra loved to walk.
The gardens are presently being restored to their former glory and form a backdrop to what is now The Holburne Art Museum or rather, if you admired the eccentric brilliance of Netflix’s Bridgerton, Lady Danbury’s splendid residence!