We are grateful to anyone who wishes to make a donation in Eleanor's memory, and have chosen the Scottish mountain Rescue Service as Eleanor has throughout her life enjoyed spending time in the hills of Scotland and further afield.

The Hills

I was not born among the hills;
 I never knew them as a boy;
 They came to me a later joy;
Yet more and more my spirit fills
With all the sonhood sense of home
Whenever to their heart I come.

They dream of ages lost in night;
  They lift their gaze beyond the sea
  Awaiting ages yet to be;
They change with every change of light;
Yet through their endless change express
A deeper endless changelessness.

Their solace, whencesoever drawn,
  Awaits me, sure as mother's love;
  And whether lightning leaps above,
Or but the earliest shaft of dawn,
Their presence brings the same release;
I see the hills, and am at peace.

Walter Wingate