What a week.
So there was a bit of sun as this picture proves but I think packing my sun tan lotion and swimming costume were pushing it a bit far for my trip down south to Devon. This was the slightly crazy mad glazing session in the park on the Tuesday afternoon. The dark looking grey stuff on the outside of the pots on the right is the galena glaze.
This is the kiln pretty much packed, it swallowed
up an awful lot of pots, we ad to go on a bit of a scrounge for extras.
This is is Julie and Phillip Leach
just as it got light on thursday
morning we were utterly drenched to the skin from the torrential rain that nearly had us not light the kiln it was that bad. It’s a shaky picture because I was so cold I couldn’t hold the camera still enough.
It was so smooth, apart from the gallons
of water on our heads and a broken pyro
at one point. We put wood in and the temperature went up, bloomin
marvelous, makes good sense as to why the potters of old used these kilns. It’s a cracker, not I have to say as attractive as the ClayArt
one but it certainly
did the job.
Here’s the kiln firing gaggle all togged up in welly boots, trendy blue mitts
and lots of mud.
One of Jason Shackleton’s jugs, really lovely pot I think.
This is one of mine, my favourite one I think.
one is nice too though.
, bad picture but this wee one was in there too, this one lives with Doug now.
This is the fat belly of the third of my big harvest jugs. The black slip is really metallic, those leopardy
marks are rather scrummy
to my eyes.
I’ve got lots more to tell and lots more photos, they’ll appear over the next few days. Had a fabulous time, great people, Philip
is just lovely and his wife Frannie is a star too. Will tell you more soon. It was great to see Doug
and Hilary and the boys again too, I wonder if they are used to finding random potters curled up asleep on their couch yet?