The last time I wrote, it was the night before the opening of Potfest in the Park, and we were sitting in the caravan we had rented, hoping for a dry weekend. Thankfully, apart from the occasional short shower, it was. I’m pleased to report that it was our best-ever show in terms of sales, which was fantastic, and will enable us to invest in materials for our new wood kiln, which we hope to start building soon, should the tradesman who promised he’d be here imminently, several weeks ago, ever turn up.
It’s always a relief to sell well at these shows, but it hasn’t always been the case for either of us. Many is the time when we were both starting, that we would stand behind our pots, watching people laden with bags of pots they had bought from other exhibitors just stroll by. It can be soul-destroying. Very often in those early days, we wouldn’t cover our pitch fee.
Nowadays, after years of honing our work
