Tales of the goings on at Hollyford Pottery, near the tiny village of Stockleigh English in Devon, England
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Things are starting to come together at last. I always find the winter months so difficult. The workshop's always cold, the clay freezing and the flora in the countryside from which I draw so much inspiration, dormant. Thank goodness Spring is here, bringing with it all that positive energy that it does. Yesterday was a beautiful day, what a joy to be able to sit out and work in the sunshine.
The shelves are starting to fill up. I decided to just keep throwing while things are going well and store everything up under polythene, before a good session of handle making. I'm making all the medium and small jugs first. I was going to throw large pots yesterday, but the clay is a bit soft, so I'll toughen some up specially and get on to them next week. Of course, the throwing is the relatively quick part of the process, the finishing and decorating is the stuff that takes ages.
The jug that Frank is scratching, continues to be ever extraordinary.
Well, work time. Mary Mark's been poorly, so our late night has been postponed all week - hopefully he'll be coming over this evening and we can turn up the dirty rock and roll and make some pots together.
Have a good day all, back later.