Our lives have many layers, leaves, feuilles. I studied french at school it comes back to me at times. The hills are a constant; my parents were born on volcanoes, my childhood was spent in the hilly environs of Greensborough, my best friend took me to holiday with her family on the Mornington Peninsula and there were hills again, we moved to Ferntree Gully and there they were! They are laconic, they sleep, they fold and mould, they are in my soul.