Eleanor was a real jewel of a friend. I am privileged enough to be able to claim a diamond jubilee of close friendship with her. She came out to Lahore to teach Geography at Kinnaird College in 1959 when I was teaching English there and we immediately became good friends. Her adventurous spirit revealed itself very soon when she set off on a trip to explore India guided by 40 coolies. When, upon her return, she told me she had been sleeping in caves with them while trekking to Nepal, I asked her if she hadn’t been afraid of sleeping in a cave with 40 coolies. She answered smilingly: “ It was definitely safer than sleeping with one”! Later, when I married Bo in 1962 and moved to Stockholm, she was one of the first friends to come to visit me. Being Eleanor, she drove all the way from Belgium after having bought a motorcycle which she bought there (because there you didn’t need a licence) and taught herself to drive en route! That was so typical of Eleanor! Her passion for travel and adventure knew no bounds! The picture below was taken a few years ago after she had fallen in Cheltenham and suffered a fracture. When we visited her and asked what she’d like to do her answer was true to her spirit: “I’d love to walk up to my favourite hill but will be glad if you can drive me up there”. One of the last things I remember her saying to me was: “Ishrat, it’s no fun growing old”! I pray she can enjoy an infinite number of gambols and games in her true spirit now.