
No.1 Earls Terrace, Kensington, London where Peter lived from November 1958 until his passing in January 2018. (Right): The entrance was at the side of the Terrace. (Left): The rear view shows the balcony overlooking a his garden, which faces Edwardes Square


Peter in his bedroom – late 1960s

In his drawing room. The French windows at the back of lead out onto a balcony that overlooked his garden and Edwardes Square – a private garden for residents of Earls Terrace and surrounding houses

Drawing room: Here he is sitting on the back of his Chesterfield sofa with his Afghan Hound, Yussef at his side. The door to his left lead through to the hallway, his bedroom and kitchen


Drawing Room – Left to Right: Reading in his favourite wing-back chair; with Yussef in the same chair; with lady friend and Yussef on the Chesterfield

Drawing Room: Peter standing in front of his Edwardian fireplace

With Yussef


Once again in his favourite chair

Peter with one of his “birds”

Enjoying a magazine. The door to Peter’s left was, at the time that this photograph was taken, the room where his onetime flatmate, Alan Bates, had slept. In the mid-1990s, however, the flat was renovated and that room was converted into a kitchen, and the original kitchen, which had been at the front of the property, became the bathroom.

In one of his Georgian chairs

A selection of photographs taken in the Drawing Room. The image bottom centre was taken in Edwardes Square. You can see Earls Terrace in the background

In the Drawing Room

Sitting on the Chesterfield in his Drawing Room

Peter sitting on the rail outside his front door

Cleaning his riding boots in his bedroom

With girlfriend, Elisabeth Skjortekjole

Witney Bed Farm – Peter’s home near Stroud, Gloucestershire

Peter in his bedroom at Witney Bed Farm

Peter in the living room at Witney Bed Farm

Taken in the early 1990’s, with another of his lady friends

Having a quiet moment at Earls Terrace – August 2014

The last photo I ever took of Peter in his flat in Earls Terrace – 2016
We were in the middle of doing a clear out and I’d bobbed out to take some stuff to a nearby charity shop when he tried to send a text, only to find his phone had died. I’d bought him a new Blackberry for Christmas, but since this was mid-November, I decided to give him his present early. Here he is showing off the box it came in. Tina Wyngarde-Hopkins

