There have been a couple of times this week that have
made me realise just how lucky I am to be living my life as a potter
in Somerset.
Just simple things, like being able to walk the dogs for a long time on a particularly beautiful day early one morning up on the hills, while looking down on the busy traffic with ant like cars rushing to work.
Making a delivery of pots to Spillers, and coming out seeing a couple of sales reps
checking their suits before calling in to see the chap I had just seen, and me still in my potting clothes.
And standing in the workshop putting handles on mugs while listening to Radio 4.
Getting inspiration for pots from looking at my list of Blogs and seeing those wonderful jugs on Doug's blog.
I so much want to be a good potter, a potter who makes pots from the heart
a potter that inspires other potters.
and then I think
" well I've only been doing this full time this time around for 3 months don't be to hard on yourself, the longest journey starts with a few steps."
This afternoon I decorated 10 Tankards with some Italic wording for an order
once I had got my head straight about Quality I was able to free up my hand
and realy enjoy the writing on them.
I feel very Lucky
If only I could dry pots out like Hamada
I've always loved this picture.

Any potters working in England will identify with this picture at the moment
you can just feel the warmth coming from it.