The Duchess on the Hill

<<>> It started at the King's Head, six years back in time.

A slow burning friendship, a hill we'd start to climb. And the shadows

gathered close and I lost my guiding light, but you and Bea were there

for us like stars within the night. Through the saddest days of losing

them, you held a steady hand. The kindest soul in Holmbury,

the finest in the land. Then summer hit the Surrey hills, the view across

the green. The ancillary door swings wide, a sight you'd never seen.

In a lime green mankini, I stood there like a fool. While Kerry and