Damn these blooming wood firing potters are slave drivers. Been forced to sit outside glazing pots all day while Different Dave laid a concrete slab and the prima donna that is Mr Fitch swanned around throwing poses for the film crew that are currently following him. Must be hard to be such a celebrity.
The kiln is packed, the wood is stacked, it’s ready to go tomorrow morning, hope it’s a cracker.
Pots in their new homes
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