The day of the Pottery Fair. The replica 16th century kiln is all ready to be fired. After last years 'mishap' with the chimney and the roof tiles, repairs have been made. A metal bar has been installed to strengthen the smoke stack. The roof tiles have been cemented in place. How the heat and smoke will escape remains to be seen. It should make for an interesting afternoon.
The Head of the Beautiful Byeways committee has failed to have the algae cleared out of the village pond. The Chairman of the Village Fleuri Committee thinks this will ruin the entire day. He has an anger management moment , says something profoundly impolite and storms off.
In the window of the town hall a notice for the Fete des Potiers - ' A tradition of pottery since 1550 ' - it says. A statement so vague no one could possibly assume that the pottery fair 'tradition' is only 12 years old.
Angus thinks this is almost as misleading as the fancy hotel in Charleston that promised us this :
Pass through double doors onto a magnificent private terrace with sweeping views of the city. Enjoy sunrise and sunset across the Holy City’s skyline from the sanctuary of the room’s private piazza
: and delivered this.
Bob and Sophie are prepared for a busy day of greeting visitors.
Bob has stolen Sophie's doo-doo. This has elicited an enthusiastic response. It can safely be said that the entire village is awake. So far no potters have shown up. ' The Font ' hopes that the lady with the beehive hairdo has remembered to send off the invitations.