Wet and then sunny weekend.
It rained a lot on friday night, and blew a bit of a gale and apparently we had a thunder storm too. I woke in the night hearing what I knew without a shadow of a doubt to be the kiln shed blowing down. Then Paul told me it had been thunder and lightening for an hour and what had woken me had been the last thunder crash. Phew!
We had an aborted attempt
to get to one of our favourite forests for a walk on saturday
morning, three roads we tried were blocked by flooding! I’ve never seen anything like it. We came home and walked from here instead. I found some great leaves, and it was while I was running about getting slightly excited by the colours and different sizes of leaves on the ground that Paul pointed out
that I sometimes remind him of a three year old.
This afternoon Adam Booth
architectural blacksmith came to the workshop to decorate his pot for the McGill
Duncan exhibition. Another approach very different to any of my ways of
working. Two more to go, oh and still mine to do too, they are coming together though now.