Everywhere the puddles are frozen solid. The duckpond at Hollyford has a thick sheet several inches thick, with confused ducks sliding across its surface.
In spite of the insulation in the workshop walls, floor and ceiling and the fact that the fire had been alight all day, it got so cold during the night that the pots I made yesterday froze and cracked. I've certainly never, ever had frost in the workshop in the last five years and I don't want it again! Today poor Jess had to have a plastic milk carton full as a hot water on her feet while she was on the wheel, as her five pairs of socks weren't doing the job.
In some parts of Devon, the temperature dropped as far as -12. Nic must have been feeling it up on the Moor.
I guess where Hannah is up in Scotland it's not that unusual, but it's something that doesn't happen very often in the relatively mild South West of England - thankfully!
that's horrible, what happened to your pieces! It is terribly hard working in the cold, even if you replace the water with hot from time to time. That's why you'll notice I take frequent breaks for blogging!
ReplyDeletewow doug thats harsh cold sounds like you need to crank up that fire a notch...
ReplyDeleteHate that the pots froze. Hope things warm up a touch. The temp is dropping here tonight. I just stoked the wood heater.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear about pots. Poor ducks too...
ReplyDeleteSoft Southener!
ReplyDeleteas Hannah once said to me "GET A HEATER" I can only say that now, because Marion bought me one the other day, and just to boast I've got a picture of it on my blog.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't it just make your stomach drop when you see it.