I took the train over to Carlisle this morning in the spring sunshine to attend the funeral. I’ve never been to one quite like that before. A cardboard coffin which we were able to write messages on if we wished, pall bearers in football shirts and at the end, a pot of primroses, his favourite flower, each to take away and plant in a sheltered spot in memory. A lovely gesture I thought and right away I thought I would plant mine under the tree next to my new kiln.
Pots in their new homes
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