There are 23 cards from Eleanor on my mantlepiece. A few are from favoured destinations, Canada and New Zealand, these talk of mountain walks and trips with cousins. There are cards from more unusual locations including India, Peru, Borneo and South Georgia. These talk of dramatic flights, boat trips and intrepid treks. There are many from closer to home including the Lake District and Orkney telling of walks with old friends. One details a week making huge quantities of marmalade and chutney, in aid of MacMillan Cancer Support, in her lovely bungalow in Cheltenham. All have her distinctive style, using every available inch of the postcard, except for the last few when she was having more and more trouble with writing and eyesight. They sum Eleanor up as an intrepid traveller and walker who was incredible at keeping in touch, not only with me but with dozens of cousins and an equal number of friends across the world. She was also so caring when someone was sick, writing, phoning and visiting when at all possible. I will miss her cards, the walks we shared, the long chats, the loving support and her Christmas letters full of news, views and angels.