Eileen Kennedy (Farnworth) letting us know of baby Ian's birth, on August 25th, writes from N. Rhodesia, "The weather is outrageously hot at the moment (November) and the temperature to-day is 107° in the shade. Lusaha is 4,000 feet above sea level too. We hope to be home for Christmas 1950." Wendy and Joan Gilchrist are most faithful correspondents. Wendy's last letter tells of the successes of her school at the Eisteddfod in Sydney, Australia, and of a Maori who came to lecture to the pupils.

Joan writing in October describes the surroundings of Sydney, "The outskirts of Sydney are very beautiful with the beaches and bush country. Last week we went to a place called Woolongong which is fifty miles south of Sydney, and we drove along and looked down 200 feet or so and saw the beaches and bays stretching all along the coast. It was a beautiful day for a swim at Thrule fifteen miles from Woolongong.

We swam in the pool as there were not many people in the surf and so we would have been an easy target for any hungry sharks . . . . Wendy had a letter from Esme White a few weeks ago, and June is a nurse. Esme seems to be a very good swimmer and has won several prizes for swimming and diving."

Wendy MacDonnald keeps in touch with some of the girls who were in her Form. She is still at school in Canada. Barbara Adamson who has been doing horticultural work in the Scilly Isles kindly wrote an account of life there. Space does not permit the inclusion of all details, but we quote part of the letter: "Only the good sailors come to the islands in winter. At this season our letters come three times a week, if the weather is kind. The sea plays a large part in our lives.

Much of the shopping has to be done in St. Mary's, our largest island - and for the last three weeks we have been unable to get there. Shopping lists get longer and the waves are lashing across the road into our garden. Freight charges put up the prices, and often goods take months to come . . . The charm and beauty of these islands cannot be described.

It lies in a thousand things. The tameness and variety of the birds, gold crests and whinchats never fleeing one's approach as they do on the mainland. The wonderful quiet and lack of artificiality; the beauty of outline; of contrasting grey stone and unbelievably blue sky. The promise of early morning with the white gold of sunlight bursting from behind black pines.