the spirit of mr. robert graves lives here still.


deia is glorious.

and we thought you’d enjoy these pictures we took today with some words from Mr. Robert Graves, who lived here and was Most Productive.


A Pinch of Salt

When a dream is born in you
With a sudden clamorous pain,
When you know the dream is true
And lovely, with no flaw nor stain,
O then, be careful, or with sudden clutch
You’ll hurt the delicate thing you prize so much.

Dreams are like a bird that mocks,
Flirting the feathers of his tail.
When you seize at the salt-box,
Over the hedge you’ll see him sail.
Old birds are neither caught with salt nor chaff:
They watch you from the apple bough and laugh.

Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself, and turn away.
Mask your hunger; let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.

Robert Graves


Morning Phœnix

In my body lives a flame,
Flame that burns me all the day;
When a fierce sun does the same,
I am charred away.

Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun’s red spit,
Scorched by love inside?

Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and shrivelled skin,
A morning phœnix with proud roar
Kindled new within.


and here is a splendid interview with Mr. R. Graves from the summer of 1969 (a very fine year) with the clever editors at Paris Review – he sounds like a Most Complicated human being (we can relate). OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

the houses are magnificent and redolent of lazy afternoons under palms with a tray for tea on its way and a novel half-read abandoned on the lawn. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

while the sun is high in the sky one walks and discusses Deep Things and then, as the night draws in, the twinkle lights come on and the sky is flush with stars, a small terrace (alas a small amount of rain but no matter), a late supper, tea at the farmhouse table and Talk of the future – or not – just dreams – or visions – with plans – or nots – or silent because One Really is not Sure. Just right now.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAthere is a curious comfort reading an Author in the land in which they lived.

particularly when one sees the vast mountain ranges and That view down to the water and the gnarled olive trees and the scent of lavender on the breeze.

back to Mr. Robert Graves: 


How many books have you published?


One hundred and twenty-one—but many of those are revised collections. Then I’ve written books for other people.


Why have you done that?


Because they had something to say, and they couldn’t write it down.

that’s what who-we-are-are-RL has been doing for the past 24 hours – helping people who have something to say but did not have the (digital skills) to write it o u t.

which is nice.

and helpful.

now we go to Ibiza to do the same all over again.

it’s a lovely way to t r a v e l, darlings.

even if it’s the last time we do something like this before we do something else.

which, of course, makes it all the sweeter.


ciao manhattan and see ya brooklyn


we’re packed (again) and heading off to the airport in a black town car in approximately 45 minutes (give or take – actually no, we’re Very Precise)

another lovely day.

and some Very delicious meetings at our Publisher’s (such a lovely word) NY HQ if we may say so – *bigsmiletocamerawhileholdingbook*

and here’s one that you’ll remember, we’re sure – the words-in-your-head are underneath.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Harry Burns: Doesn’t matter because the sex thing is already out there so the friendship is ultimately doomed and that is the end of the story.

Sally Albright: Well, I guess we’re not going to be friends then.

Harry Burns: I guess not.

Sally Albright: That’s too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.


ciao manhattan – and see ya, brooklyn……..

darlings – we’ll see you in London in the morning.

have a gorgeous evening/night/morning whatever Time Zone you’re currently residing in.


fade to black (pashmina).

back from 100 miles south of los angeles and packed for the Next Trip


no time to talk.


we got back very late last night (later because of the Halloween Parade which we COMPLETELY forgot went through our ‘hood and so the traffic was immense and the costumes curiously interesting).

where we we?



about 100 miles south of Here.


we weren’t consulting (we wouldn’t know How).

who-we-are-in-RL was doing so (rather well, from what we could see from our perch by the door curled up on a sofa in the Lobby with a battered copy of a Sybille Bedford novella.)






DUBAI (only briefly – en route – changing planes to…..)




we’re exhausted already and we haven’t got on the first (of many) flights.

but tis a glorious life, non?

and that’s just the Trip Out There – there’s a lovely weekend in Whitstable planned for the Way Back.

will you indulge us by looking at a few of our “snaps”?


water features abound in open air malls where we stopped for a tiny embrace of caffeine and a snack of an individually wrapped cheese portion.


california is a very lovely place to drive therein.


we don’t drive this vehicle – but it might be fun – just for a Coastal Trip once. Non?


the sunlight plays on the Malibu (is it Malibu?) Tile. 


and admired the open air fruit and vegetable sellers as Nathan Welden (not shown) sang to the gathered quiet crowd.


we watched the sun fall into the sea… beautifully last night….


we stopped and watched the Train pass through Town at dusk.

Toot! Toot!


there’s something about sunsets.

that make any long journey just so worthwhile an experience.

even when there’s three (yup) traffic accidents on the I-5 then some other freeway that the global positioning system suggested we take as a detour and one gets silent and turns off the music to be respectful.

it’s chilling actually.

even when it’s still warm in California.

to think that not everybody makes it home.


but we hope to.

and you’ll come with us (in a virtual sense because we can’t fit Anything More in the silver samsonite) on our trip won’t you?

it’ll be less lonely in all those airports if you’re there too.


one cannot complain.

especially because we heard that The Book has gone to the Printers.



something funny happens every time we tell someone the Title and they have one of Two responses:

example 1:
Oh! I need that…….*sighs*


example 2:
*raisedEyebrow* have you learned how to then?

the difference is in people we’ve just met (example 1) and people-we-already-know (example 2).

one is said with a delicious sense of expectation and delight and whimsy

the other might well be accompanied by an Ironic Tone.


melancholia mixed with deliciousness.



such an ODD feeling back in Manhattan and the sheer irony of drawing back the shades this morning – or finding the button that denoted “morning” which electronically opened the blackout shades and then another button that said “open shears” which we worked out meant net curtains and not gardening implements to deadhead roses and seeing Our Former Employer’s Skyscraper bold as you like, slap bang in the middle of our View.

how we giggled.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAwe had a sense of deja Vu about this trip (as surprisingly last minute-and-fleeting-of-a-business-glam-experience as it was) and also a deep melancholia at what-had-happened-before and what happens next (whatever That Is).OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAluckily we have friends in KOREA who can explain it to us (because we’re Terribly International) as this feeling came over us at just about Twilight (Manhattan does a very good moody almost-winter late evening silky dusk you see that somehow tears the heart strings)b88676ac351f11e3a3ff22000a1fb762_8here’s what lovely heej_lee left as a virtual note on our picture post on Instagram (so Modern as William would say)>>>>>

“We have this phrase in Korean, 시원섭섭, which means you’re glad in part but you’re also nostalgic/missing the old days in part. Hope the trip down memory lane is a pleasant one. :)”

isn’t that just perfect?

and so better summed up thus – 시원섭섭 – than in English characters or a Western Idiom.

yes, that’s EXACTLY how it feels being back here – until tomorrow night – so, alas fleeting, and we have been working Non-Stop so cannot see anyone for social occasions This Time (forgive!

f22fca92351b11e3951622000ab5aaa3_8thank goodness for the chandeliers or we would have been quite overwhelmed after our long day working (at an undisclosed location with we-signed-that-we-would-not-say-who)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand also for a stolen hour between leaving the work and finding our friends downtown and then across-a-bridge (more on that Tomorrow):

6a0a1042351511e39f2e22000a1fb37d_8manhattan does a dark wood tavern very well – luckily they had refreshingly sparklingly italian mineral water because we needed that after jet-lag-work-experience (although the work was Glam and very exciting and we WISH we could tell you who it was – you’ll have to wait until January – can you believe that? but it’s worth the w a i t, darlings).

so we checked out of the hotel suite (with chandelier) and took the subway here and there and over to that platform and now to Here – and then, as we sit here writing to you, freshly showered and mascara all removed and well-fed (but not overly so) and quietly winding down……..a small furry creature awaits our presence.


958a01d4353b11e3928022000a9f3c6c_8It’s SPARKY!


goodnight, darlings – from the East Coast.

perdu en route

dearest reader

send a soothing bubble bath, a warm blanket (preferably in the softest camel hue of cashmere/wool mix) and a pot of tea and a proper china cup and saucer…………

………….for we are perdu en route. or at least our tired soul and sense of humour/humor is most definitely missing………….

we missed our flight from milan to paris – rescued our baggage (sadly 11.5 kilos pushed the silver samsonite over the edge for european planes and they whisked him away as we wiped away a frightened tear.

the next time we saw silver samsonite he was abandoned in lost luggage with a nasty blue plastic fastener (which took air france an age to remove just now) – we sprung him free – checked into later flight (alas Orly, not CDG this one) and had to see him be taken away again

And THEN on arrival in paris he had been burst open!

quelle horreur!!

all team gloria’s cables for all our hi-tech devices (and satin – blush – undergarments) EXPOSED.

the shame. the frustration. the fury burgeoning in our growly stomach.

the taxi queue was so horribly long that we bought a train ticket (in french, if you fancy that ;)

and will find our way to the hotel TOO many hours later than planned……….with scotch tape (gaffer tape for you theatrical types) keeping silver samsonite from exposing himself once more.

grumpy. tired. and a bit plump from too much bread, cheese and (ahem) gallette gateau second est une choux avec creme.


need. to. sleep.


sont-ils luxembourg our sant-michel la prochaine?!