Good morning all, I am now home but the tiredness and trying to work out where to start with the tales have kept me quiet this last week. I have had a really wonderful time in America, thank you to all who made it so special.
I met lots of wonderful new people and caught up with some very special old friends and laughed and laughed and talked and talked and saw wonderful pots and spectacular storms and ate crazy food (frickles again, I mean I ask you!) and spent time freezing cold being gently snowed on and time being really far to hot in the sun and tried (possibly in vain) to explain the differences and connections between England, Scotland Ireland, Northern Ireland, the UK and Britain, watched a baseball game (really there’s not very much actual playing going on there is there), cycled around Fredericksburg on a weird but fun girls night out, watched Peter Pan on the porch at night, listened to the 17 year cicadas and the bull frogs singing to name but a few things.
The St Croix Potters Tour was truely like nothing I have ever seen before, here is the map of where visitors came from. I have more images to come and will tell you more soon. This is just to let you know that I did make it home and didn’t run away to live in the Blue Ridge Mountains or some such place.