The day of the village pottery fair. The mayor, the Old Farmer ( looking dapper in string vest, voluminous khaki shorts and black wellington boots ) and the man in the yellow day-glo jacket are putting up metal crowd control barriers. 'The font' looks out of the drawing room window and mutters ' hope springs eternal'.
Fifteen potters said they would come. So far four have shown up. The fact the lady with the beehive hairdo left the invite letters in the glove box of her car for a month and only rediscovered them two and a half weeks ago may, or may not, have something to do with the depleted attendance.
Bob and Sophie have welcomed each of the potters vans as they arrive on the village green - enthusiastically.
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Surely, if the potters had been told that they'd be greeted by an enthusiastic PON duo, attendance would have increased greatly.
Cheers, Gail.
PS Looking at photo 3 today, one wonders if Bob has some stray Dalmatian genes?
Well, dey should let da potters know y'all were there - bet then dere would been hundreds!
Less that you must buy, Angus.
Great entertainment for pons.
So I'm guessing that only four pieces of pottery have been purchased to add to the cellar collection this time around?
Love the action shot of Sophie running with her ears flapping in the wind.....soooo cute.
Enjoyable photos! I hope that attendance improved both with buyers and sellers!
Oh dear, Beehive Lady had ONE JOB.........
LOVE that wild, PON hair!
Hopefully, the potters that showed up sold a lot of their merchandise.
We, too, sometimes look at the breeders pedigree certificate and wonder.
Possibly thousands !
Less ? You mean more spread over fewer potters !
If only.
Considering the letters had been addressed and had stamps fixed ......
They did. Much if not most of it now in the rickety old farmhouse.
The weather helped. Only one brief thunder shower .
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