And that, was that

That was a fantastic weekend. It seems to take ages for Rufford to come around, then it's all over for another year.

I sold so many pots that I'm going to have a mad panic to get another lot made and fired before Hatfield at the start of August. What a positive predicament, I can cope with that!

Based on my own experience as a pottery collector, if you see a pot you want, you have to have it because it provokes such an emotional response within your heart, I hope my work does that for people, certainly I occasionally get told it does and that's what it's all about for me. Perhaps that's why pots are still selling in spite of the gloominess over the current financial climate. As somebody, somewhere, once said, 'never regret your extravagances, because you'll always regret your economies.'

Based upon that premise (and using it to justify my actions to Hil), I bought a few pots myself, I'll post some pictures of them later.


Thank you to everyone who stopped for a chat and/or bought my pots, I met some great people. The joy of these fairs is meeting up with old friends and making some new ones too.


In the picture is Stephen Dee who runs the website studiopottery.co.uk Stephen wants to expand the international aspect of the site so I promised him I'd put a link on to let all you potters around the world know about it. It's becoming quite an expansive directory, check it out.


My parents have just headed home after being here for the weekend looking after the boys. I'll see them next in a few weeks time at their Golden Wedding celebrations. I wish we lived closer.


Here's a picture of Hannah holding Ron's mug. I always like to take it 'on tour' with me and to spread the word about his great slipware round the UK.


Blogger Andrew came along. He'll be visiting us down in Devon this week to make some pots at Hollyford and to pick up an old gas kiln I have, I'm looking forward to that.

Today's a day for catching up on the laundry etc. and for drawing up a making list ready for the next couple of frantic weeks, during which I've a lot of pots to make, plus a new woodshed and a 'showroom' to build. Such a bore that I glued so many pots to the shelf in the last firing, I'd have been ahead of the game - oh well, onwards and upwards. Muddy pots on here tomorrow night, happy Monday all.