You might want to avert your eyes from this post (Caution: contains 22 photos. That’s 22,000 words if each is worth a thousand!) So, I’m back at my desk on Winchester Street in the good ol’ US of A. I’ve been back home for a week now and I’m just now getting my bearings. So much to digest from my travels and so much to get underway here AND trying to get some momentum in the studio takes a bit of aimless wandering at first.
But the fog is lifting and all systems are go. Before I move any further I need to put this 5 weeks of adventure and conviviality on record. It is short of all the stories that should accompany them, but you’ll need to track me down in person for all the inside scoop.
This is the view down into Ulswater.
To pick up where my last real blog left off… I left Jan and co. in Blairgowrie and headed west to visit Hannah in Dumfries.
Her wee studio
…and her wee self!
Inner Sanctum
From Hannah’s I drove down to the Cotswold, loaded up the van and drove back north to Penrith for a great Pottery Festival. We also visited the Lake district for a day. Way too brief a visit. (The photos keep jumping out of order, so I’m sorry about that. I thought it was my old computer. Maybe it’s a flaw in Mr. Google’s system?)
These delightful fellows provided the Dixieland music!
Only in England…
Lots of British potters make animals and birds, much more that in the US. And many of them are wonderful.
Inside the walled garden at Hutton-in-the-Forest. This is the site of the festival!
More Hutton
This is Ashraf Hanna with me. There will be a prize for the best caption!
Ulswater, in the Lake District
I had my first proper English beer here in the winter if 1978. It is still my favorite…SBA, please?!
The old hearth in the pub
Cousin Vernon’s cider works, brewed in used bourbon barrels! My highest recommendation…
Toff’s stand at Hutton.
Choosing between ancient standing stones and the history of pencils, I took the pencil history and that has made all the difference. Maybe I’ll tell you more about it one day
Ray Finch in his greenhouse, fretting over his tomatoes. He always does. Kind of like his pots…never quite satisfied.
I always take pictures of the old bottle kiln. I’m sorry that I never got the chance to fire it.
This is where I learned to throw lots of pots. A shot of the showroom.
I love a good stone wall.
And, of course, a few English birds!
If your still with me, what’s up with photos that run off the page. Have I pushed it too far with too many photos?
