For Alan's Friends – of whom there are many.
Alan’s family have decided against having a funeral service for Alan and instead are going to inter his ashes in the pottery garden in a small family ceremony because he loved the place so very much and didn’t ever want to leave. For all Alan’s friends though there will be a gathering to allow a catch up and to share memories this coming saturday afternoon from 3pm at The Creagan Inn in Appin which was his local pub.
I have only started I think to register the fact that Alan is no longer here since I got home from London, my brain couldn’t cope with it I don’t think while I was in such an unfamiliar place. I hadn’t realised how much I’d come to rely on getting at least a couple of cheeky emails each week from him gently, or not so gently sometimes, taking the mickey out of something I’d said or done. It was always done in friendship, even though he’d leave comments on the blog being a bit scathing of the old red clay and the lead he secretly loved what the earthenware gaggle were up to. Alan said some very kind things about my pots which I will keep in my head for those down days that come round every now and again. Knowing how good he was at what he did and knowing the sort of potters he knew the comments are even more special. There’s nothing better than someone who’s work you admire being enthusiastic about your own work.
I met Alan a couple or three years ago at the Scottish Potters annual Kindrogan workshop, I didn’t know anyone and was back then a very shy and not very good at mixing type of person. For some reason, probably pot related, we started nattering and before long were deep in discussion about wood and kilns and pots in general, you can imagine. He decided to take me under his wing and made me get up and dance and I think took great pleasure at trying to swing me as far and as fast as he could across the room during the evening at the ceilidh. It became an annual event that I would come home with bruised arms from the crazy wild dancing. I don’t know what it’ll be like this next time at Kindrogan. It’ll still go on and there will still be much fun and laughter at the event but it will certainly have sadness for me as I associate Alan so much with the place.
I spoke to Alan’s brother Andy very briefly the other day, thank you Andy for your kind comments, we are all thinking of you and your family and of course of Hugh and Nicola at the pottery.
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