Clubhouse Living ON a searing Sunday, Clive Wilkinson was directing a melting pot of pals (or a pot of melting pals, as it were) preparing an English brunch, with a nod to South Africa, his birthplace. A strapping 6-foot-4 architect who calls everyone “Ducky,” Mr. Wilkinson had the boyish energy of a late night television host, even on the 90-degree day. Cheerily he offered his just-baked bread, sliced the cheeses, dished the quince paste and poure…
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