I prefer going to the beach when other people don’t. Yesterday, I went to what must be one of the most beautiful sea inlets here in Mallorca, Cala Deià. To be correct, I first went to Deià to visit the Casa Museo Robert Graves, again a place where I prefer to go during the more quiet months of the year. I always find it rewarding and stimulating to pay homage to this great man (1895-1985), writer, poet, author of some 140 books, dedicated gardener and father of seven children.

Cala Deià was Robert Graves’ very own beach, in a manner of speaking, less than half an hour on foot from his house on the way down and perhaps a little more for the return journey, uphill. It is said that he went there every day of the year, for a swim when it was warm enough and for a meditative stroll during the colder months.

I did not go for a swim yesterday as you might well imagine but, I just like looking at the sea, reminiscing about the greatness of the mind, the beauty of nature and the unrelenting vigour of the sea. I was in the pleasant company of a friend from Algeria who assured me that the landscape, the mountains and the sea here reminded her of the north-east of her own country. Can’t wait to go there.

The photo (top) was taken near Deià, Mallorca, Baleares, Spain. The date: December 15th, 2011. The time was 14:09:46. The photo (bottom) was borrowed from the Internet, courtesy of robertgraves.org.

Thank you very much.