Yak dung, Goat’s cheese and Art

Come Dance with Me

Well all the locals had headed down the mountains to escape the coldest weather. So we stayed in yak huts, burning yak dung for warmth. We saw a black bear when we wandered off the path once…….

Click on The Artists and select Pauline Bellamy to find out more!

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