At the moment, the Victorians.
But I have had a passion for the Medievals. If we're speaking specifically, the Plantagenets. Okay, now you're pressing me, 1464.
Sometimes, I think I might live in a different age. While I remain here, at some unspecified date in the tweny-first century, I do the day job I have, before I return to real life.
Of course I like to imagine real life is composed of floating about in a fire-warmed castle room hung with fine tapestries and delicate embroideries ordering the next goblet of wine just in from France.
It's probably not. I bet when I get there I'm covered in plague boils, have a weekday cleaning job in the local cess pit and spend my Saturday market mornings feebly trying to barter a squirrel carcass for a bag of rats.
Anyway, it inspires me, this history thing, or the present day, depending on your perspective, here with those beautiful books of hours, tapestries, Petrarchian song and dancery, troubadours, garters, a spot of romantic chivalry, a few blood and guts, and fancy tights.