It is this fear, among other more accidental causes, that
produced the Norfolk Naturalists' Trust. Characteristic areas —the Cley Marshes, Aldersfen fen, the Starch grass marsh— have been acquired by acts of great faith and daring, for they were bought (like the latest garden city at Welwyn) before the money for the purchase was in sight. By no means all of it is even yet in sight. These places, we may hope, are only a beginning. Not less characteristic than her broads and marshes, than the marvellous spits of sand, half peninsula, half island, such as Blakeney and Scolt Head— are the broad acres of Breckland, the only home in Britain of some plants and the favourite of some of our most precious birds, notably the stone curlew. Within the dreams of the Trust is envisaged a wide piece of the Breckland too barren for our natural foresters to plant—though much of Breckland is vanishing fast under their beneficent activities—but too rich in native flora and fauna to be sacrificed to the Goth or vagrant gunman. * * * *