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Jan 28, 2025

publisher, planter, hotelier, hermit, writer

David Swarbrick was born in Colombo and raised, with few concessions to modernity, in India, Singapore, and the Middle East. Cornish, he gained his degrees on the Celtic fringe: at the Universities of Wales, and Stirling, prolonging an introduction to accepted working hours for as long as was decently possible. Having worked at News Corp’s HarperCollins UK as board director for various otherwise homeless departments including sales, art and marketing; and HarperCollins India, he ran Hachette’s consumer learning division. Prior to this, he launched Oxford University Press’s first commercial online business, Oxford Reference Online. When the doubtful charms of boardroom bawls, bottom lines, and divas diminished, he returned to Sri Lanka, the land of his birth hundreds of years earlier, to rescue a spice plantation and set of art deco buildings that had gone feral in the jungle. Today, as The Flame Tree Estate & Hotel, it has become one of the country’s top ten boutique hotels, run by the kindest and most professional of hospitality teams; and overseen by several small schnauzers. It also helps fund The Ceylon Press, set up to make Sri Lanka’s rich and complicated story, a mystery to many, and a secret to most, more accessible. The Press’ books, companions, podcasts, blogs, and guides are freely available at the ceylonpress.com.


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Nov 6, 20255 min
What Sets You Free
The 2nd of May 2025.   Yesterday, of course, was the 1st of May, the day when people celebrate the start of spring.   Or at least they used to until most of them moved into town and cities and forget the countryside.   In Oxford, of course, they do it in a particularly old-fashioned and bafflingly erudite way. They sing Latin hymns and dance fifteenth century dance numbers beneath Magdalen Tower, built in the year Henry VIII came to the throne.    Although the king was to mature into the...

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Feb 14, 20247 min
The Art of Hermiting
There is the BBC of course. CNN. Reuters. The New York Times. All News, if you will. And then there is real news. Recently, I have taken to walking the dogs up Singing Civet Hill, down the Coconut Gove, through the jungle path and out onto the newly planted Chocolate Walk that links back to the Spice Garden and the estate entrance. I do not apologise for the unmeasurable unimportance of this information. That it should appear inconsequential is all about the expectations of the listener. Not...

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Feb 14, 20246 min
My Missing Sapphire Tiara
It was Mr Wijeratne from the Water Board who brought the missing tiara to mind when he called on us this morning, his beaming presence foretelling progress in our fixed line water connection. He is a generous, positive fellow, little given to jewellery – except for his fingers. These more than make up for any deficit. They carry a rich selection of rings, the most impressive the size of a small calculator, its flat square surface a golden field on which are displayed, in neat rows, nine...

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Nov 14, 20234 min
Chinta
Today is the saddest of days, for Chinta has died. The inexorable world will not stop its spin around the sun, nor Sri Lanka pause to knows this. Even in our little town of Galagedera the news will affect just a few. But here on the estate, we all stop, deeply shocked, barely knowing how to react, or what to do next. Chinta had been away from work for a day, complaining of being a little tired and dizzy, a state that was too easily put down to the occasional colds that come at this monsoon...

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Nov 12, 20236 min
The Art of Hermiting
“It's love,” my music teacher assured us, “that makes the world go round.” He was trying to enforce some degree of harmony in a class burdened by learning yet another Mikado song. He might have cheered us all up had he shared W. S. Gilbert’s other great insight: “Man is nature's sole mistake”. But this he failed to do and so, aged 12, I was left wondering just how on earth the world would motor itself forward, and go round and round, given the unhelpful existence of such hermits as myself. ...

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Oct 18, 20235 min
Politcs & the Art of Family
“Spaghetti,” barked a planter friend, describing Sri Lankan politics. “Noodles. A ball of coir, all entangled. A roll of barbed wire. “ He was on roll himself here. “Pepper vine, “ he finally ventured: “all entangled but makes you sneeze too.” Politics was front of mind today. The country was having a major sneezing fit. Yesterday, London’s Channel 4 Dispatches broadcast a programme that alleged links between Muslim extremists and public figures close to two previous presidents. It also...

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Aug 28, 20235 min
A Walk with Henning Mankell
Damnit. I mean honestly. Just damnit. This is the second time in as many weeks. One more such episode and you can call me obsessed; or, at best, dull. Either way, I am due a real wigging. Pining for the fjords. Playing the piper. Deep sixth. Toes up. Terminated. Death is like one of those mildly irritating guests present at most parties, eager to pass on to you the plot for his unpublished novel; his holiday plans and a recent dream involving (of course) his mother and Saxon...

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Aug 17, 20234 min
The Mathematics of Mortality
Everyone has their thinking space: the bath, the shower, the treadmill after work. Voltaire had his bed, Dylan Thomas his shed – and I a narrow track of road weaving through jungle hills and valleys. Flame trees and palms line the edges, and beyond stetch plantations of timber, pepper, rubber - and space. A thinking space. And a very agreeable one, as I give four of the five dogs their early morning walk. The only distractions are monkeys, which have the schnauzers pulling on leads like...

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Aug 17, 20234 min
Space, Perehara & Danby
“Thanks for the warning,” came the text from Danby this morning. The message displayed his characteristic linguistic athleticism: lean, economic, pertinent, fully fortified against any misunderstandings, whatsoever. An expatriate, living in a house of books perched above a golden beach, and surrounded by battlements of cinnamon, Danby’s honed lifestyle ought be on school syllabuses. If he is not surfing, or beach combing, he is searching out lost architectural glories in Europe; ambient...

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Jun 18, 20234 min
The Kerfuffle in the Kitchen
The kerfuffle in the kitchen has calmed down since I (at last) remembered the old adage about too many cooks spoiling the broth. And acted upon it. Sudeth and Kasun, our (pre) existing chefs, have stepped effortlessly into the gap created by the departure of a big enchilada and the pot is set again to simmer smoothly. Two Commis chefs have joined the team and the kitchen whirls once more with contented, timely creatively – rather than the sultry Gordon Ramsay B Side that is the alternative...

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David Swarbrick

David Swarbrick

publisher, planter, hotelier, hermit, writer

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