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November has brought frosty nights with fine skeins of geese at dusk and I’m told there are redwings and herons flying here at night on their migrations from further north before still, misty mornings. The wood stove is lit early in the pottery and with a kiln often firing it is a cosily productive, exciting time with Rory throwing marvellously on Fridays too.
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Christmas is heading towards us in Lockdown and I’d love to be able to help with your shopping problems.
The circus of fairs is stymied but my new website is looking super and you will, I hope, find it easy to navigate and browse the Shop.
Available now is constantly restocking and the Catalogue is the place for orders of regular items and inscriptions. And do contact me direct for special Commissions. Any problems with the website, please just say - there are inevitably a few tweaks needed and gaps in products added soon.
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Recent work includes Strawberry tiles for a Tasmanian fruit farm; several teapots; an enlightened baby has ordered festive mugs for a first Christmas; a centenary celebration cider mug for USA; platters for 90th birthdays and weddings; and a rather special hoopoe bowl.
We need to keep our hopes up and keep celebrating the good things in life.
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The Workshop Christmas Sale is currently planned for
Thursday 3rd December
Friday 4th December
Saturday 5th December
Sunday 6th December
10am to 5pm daily
and may change according to Lockdown rules: perhaps postponed a week - I’ll publicises this > the Sale will be carefully run to be covid secure.
There will be the annual bargain corner: output has been prodigious this year to produce one of most things for the website photos and I am embarrassed to say there are plenty of seconds!
The online shop will be fully refreshed often and everything can be bought and collected or posted from that very easily.
The new world order makes online the way to go and I am so grateful to my team for kindly and expertly making it all happen this year. Thanks guys.
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I am just in from picking large rosy Bramley apples and discovered the garden mole has finally bitten the dust having marauded lawn, veg patch and flower beds all year - the cats feign innocence and it seems only right to bury him and today, Remembrance Sunday.
Warm wishes from Fitzhead,
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