Sunday, August 4, 2013
Doubt, and you'll not be deceived.
Seventeen potters are expected. Nine show up. Not that this does anything to dampen the villagers excitement. Beautiful weather brings with it a steady stream of cars . Their occupants enthusiastically greeted at the front gate by Bob and Sophie . Visitors and villagers soon mingling at a long, bottle covered, table under the plane trees.
The sixteenth century kiln has run amok. Due to some technical oversight the bricks have melted together into a vitrified lump. Much squabbling of the '' I told you not to let it get too hot ! " , ' You were the idiot who said cheap bricks would do ' variety. In the evening , having allowed time for it to cool, the kiln is opened. There's a sale of items straight from the oven. A crowd of forty or so gather round expectantly. Suffice it to say that the extreme heat has not been kind to the potters creations.
Bob and Sophie think this has been one of the best days - ever.