I've just returned from an evening with my book club.

We are a group of eleven diversified women, who have been

meeting for once a month for over twelve years.

This evening was hosted by one member who invited us

all to enjoy the evening at one of the most elegant hotels

here in town.

We were a smaller group tonight, that being

seven of us, the remaining four off travelling

somewhere warm and delicious.

We sat around the table sipping wine dining on sumptuous appetizers.

Each sharing their view on the latest novel just read.

We have actually progressed to the point where

it isn't important whether we like the book or not,

what is important is sharing a point of view.

We all see thing differently and sometimes the same.

We talk, and laugh and have learnt the importance

of listening too.

Our book this month was 'Breath' by Tim Winton.

'On the untamed, lonely coast of Western Australia, two

thrill-seeking adolescent boys, Pikelet and Loonie, fall under

the thrall of Sando, a veteran big-wave surfer. The grown man

initiates the boys into a spartan regimen of risk and challenge that

pushes all three to the edges of courage, endurance and sanity.

Infused with Tim Winton's lyrical genius, Breath is a story

about the wildness of youth - and about learning to live with

its passing.'

Here we all are enjoying our time together in Tofino

I feel privileged to be part of this group, and look

forward to the next twelve years of

reading together.