talked to the owner: yes, he would be prepared to rent the back part, and yes, he would consider a lease (this for us was a must). So far, so good. Next the City. Would they give us a licence to run a school at these premises? They came and saw. They wanted scale drawings in quadruplicate and estimates of the cost of alterations and of course more inspections. I prepared the scale plans and filled in forms and got estimates for installing water and two double sinks and heating and lighting and for the two inch gas pipe which had to min the entire length of the building. The gas supply was on 10th Avenue and the kiln, to meet regulations that the stack must be at least 29 feet from the nearest building, would be only eighteen inches from the lane. I went back to City Hall for more questions and answers. We got our building permit, the junk was cleared, and splendid daylight and sunlight sprang in as we uncovered the big windows down each side. At this point I left for a family holiday in California, and while I was away Hilda did a heroic job of organizing the move from Acadia Camp to 10th Avenue. There was a staggering amount of sorting, discarding, dismantling, tying up, labelling, packing and soon. In Los Angeles I called on my potter friends, and one of them offered to drive me around to look at some kilns I knew about. Time was short. I bought a 16 cubic foot Alpine, but it was an act of faith because close inspection was nearly imposs- ible. It was in Westwood's yard, and the yard was piled high in every direction with large cartons of summer school supplies. Then we went to a cafe equipment place and bought a used gal- vanized hood. I filled in customs forms and left my obliging friends to see to the shipment of the kiln and hood. Back in Vancouver I found wheels, cupboards, shelves, supplies, chemicals and the incredible clutter of stuff dear to the heart of every potter piled up 10 feet high all along one side of our big room. Every day we climbed this mountain to wrestle down a set of shelves or a cupboard for which we had a spot ready. Students came to lend a hand. Every day we hammered, sawed, nailed, levered, rolled and shoved things into their places. It was ex- hilarating; we had a Crusoe-like consideration of each item tug- ged from the tangle and indeed this clay-spattered mess looked 6.