The Carillon in Queen's Park.

You'll be bored of seeing this, but when in doubt snap the park.

Enid died yesterday, she was 90, and was poorly for only the very briefest of time, less than a week, she slipped away gracefully. Everything about Enid was graceful. Dad saw her in the morning, and I'm pleased he had the chance to.

Enid was a close family friend that I've know for nearly 40 years. She's looking at me now from her photo on my windowsill as I type this.