More than anything, Mr. Green was a social sorcerer, a host of some skill at a collection of unusual houses that included a colonial-era mansion in Cartagena, Colombia, and a cluster of beach shacks in Oakleyville, a flyspeck town at the edge of the Sunken Forest on Fire Island.
For the past century, Jurmala, the collective name for the cluster of beach towns located on a tiny peninsula in the Baltic Sea, has been the summer haunt for any Eastern European worth his sea salt, including Leonid Brezhnev and Gustav V, King of Sweden.
Byron Bay has a foot in either camp; it heaves with hard-partying visitors during summer and can sometimes feel like a victim of its own popularity, but for most of the year its cluster of beaches and surrounding hinterland preserve an almost eerily transcendent beauty that has long inspired talk of ley lines and magic power of place.
(Under a microscope, the eggs resemble little clusters of beach balls floating on a raft).
Given time and the desire for variation, it is worth making the trip to southern Goa's answer to the Mandrem area – a cluster of three beaches named Palolem, Patnem and Agonda – on the Konkan Railway (konkanrailway.com) from Pernem in the north to Canacona in the south.
Not just a cluster of fabulous beaches, Mauritius is also a diverse country with a wide-ranging heritage present in its Dutch fortress and Hindu temples.
Home: Boutique beach huts This cluster of brand new beach hut- style retreats near Ilfracombe in Devon makes for a romantic seaside escape, and you can still snap one up for July or August.
More recently, the cluster of low-key beach huts has gone upmarket, with a proliferation of hotels, restaurants and bars springing up along the main beach strip.
We ate a handful of short beach grass that tasted like oysters, and a cluster of spicy lilac beach-mustard flowers that made the mustard in jars seem tame.
The whole country, a cluster of white sandy beaches as far as can be from the rest of the planet, is expected to disappear entirely within the next 50 years.
Walk Along The Quay of that year is a sharp-edged harmony of blues, muted greys and ochres, and soon the abstractions assumed his characteristic shapes, jostling and nudging across the canvas like small boats bobbing in the harbour: the elipses, circles, and semi-circles that his neighbour in the cluster of studios above Porthmeor beach, Ben Nicholson, had told him would last him for life.
