Sawdust firing

Last night I pulled a handful of the burnished terracotta apples and pears I’ve being making out of the smouldering ashes of my sawdust firing. They were black and shiny, and I was pleased as Punch.   One or two friends asked me how it’s done, so, at the risk of teaching an awful lot…

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Sad Days

These are sad days. The C-Word has struck. I’m back home thumb twiddling rather than throwing so I’ve been looking at old work and realising why I’ve never kept a diary. It’s because sooner or later the person you are now must confront the person you were then. It’s not a comfortable experience. That said,…

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Talking pots

A few years ago I wrote the story below. Since then I’ve started making pots again but apart from that I think it still works. I hope you like it. It’s close to 50 years since I decided I wanted to make pots for a living and 30 since my CV was muddled by references…

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