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little west of 28th Street according to Rupert Harrison), and there they set about to create what surely must have been a showplace garden - "a lovesome thing”, as Mrs. Black described it. There appears to have been some waffling on a title. The heading ’Vinter in West Vancouver” has been stroked out in favour of "Back to Nature”. However the writing is so full of expressive imagery that perhaps a title is unnecessary. The phrase "Back to the Land” appears twice in the narrative and certainly that would serve it well. There are a couple of things that might catch your attention .... the League of Anti-Smokers will rise en masse to dispute any enjoyment to be found in coffee and CIGARETTES and the mention of "lord and master” even in tongue in cheek quotes, won't wash with women libbers of the eighties. You may scoff at the reference to moderate West Vancouver rents and laugh outright at the price of the waterfront lot, an amount that would scarcely cover to-day’s conveyancing fee! And could it have been these very Blacks whose careful nurturing left a legacy of blackberry bushes from one end of the municipality to the other? - blackberry bushes no longer tenderly tended but savagely struck down by an army of machete wielders determined to stamp out their strangling growth. In an age of overnight landscaping; when houses go up like umbrellas in a rainstorm and lawns roll out like carpets, it’s a treat to be able to turn the clock back, back to a gentler time, "Back to the Land” so loved by George and Martha Louise Black. Nearly the last of January at Vancouver but even now in gardens with a southern sunny exposure may be seen venturesome snowdrops, pure and white like spring goddesses; or the dainty crocus splashing his vivid pigments of yellow, purple or mauve. For weeks, pussy willows have nodded their fur-capped heads at the passerby and just last Sunday, on the north shore, I found a spray of salmon berry buds ready to burst into bloom. One day in the house and the blossoms were surrounded by tiny green leaves. With the first hint of spring in the air, those among us who cannot afford both summer and winter palaces, or cottages or camps, wonder how to get away from the shut-in feeling of living in town. A year ago, my husband and I felt that we could not endure another sunmer shut up in a flat but, in our circumstances, how could we make even a temporary change? It would be impossible to go far from comfortable transportation, for there was an office to be looked after that "Give us this day our daily bread” might be a certainty. For months, we mulled the matter of a summer camp over in our minds and explored all the districts around and about Vancouver. The north shore pleased us most (there was always the early morning sun) while rents seemed moderate enough to make up for the added cost of transportation. We walked, at various times, from the ferry landing at North Vancouver to Caulfeilds, not making the entire distance in one trip but going where fancy led us, up hill or down, by roads or lanes, or through the brush, wearing oldest clothes, carrying sandwiches and fruit and making tea or coffee by some vagrant mountain stream on the hillside or again on the shores of the Capilano or on the beach with the view of Vancouver, beautiful Stanley Park, Point Atkinson and the ocean and mountains beyond. We spent Saturdays and Sundays and occasional holidays thus looking! For what? We were undecided. Did we want a camp, did we want to begin paying for a place with the idea of making it a home for both sunmer and winter, did we want neighbours or did we want to live an isolated life, with only the birds and squirrels for constant companions - possibly an occasional curious old bruin to nose about our back door or.