I always find the winter the hardest time of year, particularly after a break from the workshop, the likes of which we had over Christmas. Trying to get back to work, doing our best to pretend everything is as usual, after the sadness of just a few weeks ago, has taken some doing. Still, the routine of getting Pippin onto the school bus and Fred to nursery has thrust us back into enforced normality.
It’s been a slow start to the year, inspiration is hard to find, but I know that the only thing to do is not to set our objectives too high, start with something simple that we know how to make without too much complication and, in the fullness of time, the clay will start to flow again. But I must say, it is hard, and it’s only through bitter experience that I know the way out of it.
And so, we both began to fill the empty shelves with
