The week before the 8th was lovely and sunny,warm and like summer,Friday was glum as I got it all ready. There were pots for everyone to use and a new large white crackle glaze, my eldest grandchild had made some little things but couldn’t quite grasp the concept of firing,after painting it she wouldn’t let me keep it to fire.
Saturday dawned fresh and sunny,my friend Tony and his long suffering missus,got here from Wakefield Yorkshire, just to spend a day burning pots.
The first firing is the longest as the kiln warms itself up, subsequent firings get quicker as the kiln retains the heat. I was using one of the new burners which was not fast but quiter. There were some stunning glaze effects, someone must have spent a long time praying to the kiln gods.