It looks like the long drawn out winter is slowly ebbing, the daylight hours are nearly the same as darkness hours. It was dark and very cold when I started up the kiln at 5.20 am.
I had spent two and half days loading it and there wasn’t nearly enough to fill the gaps. The bigger pots needed bigger space, funnily, that’s when you realise the draw backs of the arch as opposed to the sprung arch.
I had left a burner in one of the burner ports on a small flame overnight it had been going 7 hours when the other one was set going.It’s hard doing all this with just one tallow candle borrowed from a 19th century miner on his way T’pit. The pyro was working for a change and stayed working all the firing, ( fall on floor in disbelief) it said 230 at the outset.
It was all very boring until the dawn and then only marginally, but very cold until mid day . The only excitement was to swap over cylinders when they started to freeze and lose pressure apart from that it was plain sailing.
As usual there is that sinking feeling after a firing and the bored tiredness if it was easy.
Sunday 8th March, I had some helpers to un load the kiln.
The large jug and water carrier made it through, but there was a few wasters mainly the stuff made from clay from the cliff at west bay Dorset. Some even melted at this temperature. There were many small kiln fillers and they mostly were ok, not a brilliant firing but ok ish.
The next firing will be a wood firing in Tina’s kiln at very high stoneware temperatures. I have been scrounging pallets from skips and beach combing driftwood, I am really looking forward to that.
Farewell until the next time