It feels like weeks ago that I told you I was heading off for a few days to the supposedly sunny south west of England. I spent the first three days on a course with Nic Collins which was really great. All I need the now is a nice stretch of time with no other commitments so that I can practise the things we learnt there.
Nic and Sabine live in Moreton Hampstead, just outside the village there. They are always welcoming and warm and it’s a lovely place to visit. I stayed in their yurt, complete with rug, comfy bed, wood stove and fairy lights I felt like a princes (I know, not a guilded mirrors and glittering tiaras kind of princess but I wouldn’t much fancy being that sort of a princess so this sort was great for me).
Nic was a very patient teacher, the other folk on the course made for a friendly and entertaining time. Sabine cooked us wonderful lunches which were very well received.
After Nic’s, Mr Douglas Fitch and I drove down to Cornwall to visit Frank / Andrew / Sign Writer and Illustrator Extraordinaire Grundon who lives just by Wenford Bridge, Michael Cardew’s old place. A joyous time was had by all (I think) both eating and chatting late into the night and then the following day soggily clambering about the old china clay works down there and dreaming of kilns that could be built with the many unloved fire bricks there.
We were supposed to be spending the following day in St Ives but by the time we had wandered the lanes and clay works it was getting late when we arrived to meet Mandy who has been working at the Leach Pottery for the last month. She’s from way up north and desperately wanted to learn some more pottery skills and managed to get herself a month slot to stay and work down in St Ives. It was great to meet her in the flesh after months of internet correspondence.
We had planned a trip to Tate St Ives too but thankfully it’s shut on mondays in November as we didn’t have any time after our late start. We did have fish and chips (no ice cream though) at the front but they really weren’t anything to write home about. They were trying to be posh but they don’t have to be posh, they’re fish and chips! Grrrr.
So after all the traveling and meeting lovely people I had a couple of days in a shed in deepest Devon making pots with Doug.
I decorated a couple of big jugs that the boy had made, and a wee one too.
I made these mites which for some reason Doug laughed at every time he saw them I don’t understand why. Big mean man. He slipped them for me though as I was too busy being poorly and asleep on his sofa next to the fire.
On a feeling much better day during the crazy flooding that was going on we walked home from the pottery, was a lovely night, stars all out and the moon big and bright (thankfully else there was more than a couple of puddles that we might have ended up swimming through). My trip home was delayed because of the flooding and so I only came home yesterday, I had some great adventures down south but it’s nice to be home again now. Thanks to all I met and spent time with, and who put me up in various places, it was a good old time.