My special hour a week while I was caring for my mum, losing myself in the process and the feel of clay. I turned up, threw and left. Dylan did the rest.
Above is a selection of my many assorted pots – some designed to a specific shape and purpose, such as my special porridge bowl and pudding bowls, others shaped as the mood (or clay) dictated. It was very interesting and informative to see how a commercial pottery is run, and the skills necessary. Jim at his peak could throw 60 beakers an hour. Phew! I’m still struggling with one beaker, Jim….