by dyanaw | Jun 25, 2016 | Adventure, Dyana Wells, Novels, Yoga
We climb up the beach, past a couple of falling-apart grass shelters where the beach meets the scrub and follow a rough track through the bush. I’m not expecting much from this rough mountainous outback. I follow Tina up the track to its end. She is delighted by my...
by dyanaw | Apr 25, 2016 | Dyana Wells, Novels
We trudge barefoot through the rain and wash our muddy feet at the entrance. About thirty people, mainly women, are sitting on the floor, waiting. Bowls of food steam and cool on a long white cloth laid over woven floor mats. Pretty ornaments, pictures and flowers...