So - after a lovely dinner last night with Mike the owner, I slept like a kitten. Therefore I was full of beans this morning as we drove the 5 minutes to the Henry Miller Library.
There are no golf courses or tennis courts here in the Big Sur - it's against the law! I am not joking! So what is there to do? Well - hiking ... NOTHING ... and erm ... making sweet, sweet love! All the locals I have met boast that the Big Sur is the finest place in the world to have "fun". Sadly, I didn't have any of this "fun" on this visit but I can see why it's shagtastic!
The celebrated American author Henry Miller was fond of the ladies. He is most famous for Tropic of Cancer -- a seminal 20th century American tome if there ever was one. Anyway -- I met up with Magnus Toren -- a total dude -- and his delightfully gorgeous pooch Bella -- to find out more about Miller and his life ...
From there we popped next door to meet Greg Hawthorne -- artist and golfer. Greg's work dominates the Post Ranch Inn ... it's contemporary and fun -- like him. His house is a work of art ... we had fun here. He also taught me - finally - how to hold a golf club properly. He even lent me a club to swing all afternoon - which I did. His art is fabulous ... and expensive! One day Greg ... one day ... !
