Frosty November morning

I awoke today to the first frost of the year. Chilly and beautiful. Here's some pictures.

Chilly sleepers.

Frosted nettles in the fore, the shack in the background.

Autumn!

Two flies hanging out on a leaf.

A Jew's Ear or Jelly Ear fungus. Growing on a dead branch outside the shack. I put a couple of these in a lamb stew last week and have to say the results were disappointing. Rubbery, slimy, disconcerting texture with no discernible taste.

Yesterday's wood stack, covered in frost.

Sawing Wood

I awoke this morning to a bright crisp November day. I could see the leaves sparkling yellow from the window above our sink, a tiny squirrel munching bird seed underneath. My first thought was to get my air rifle and attempt to dispatch it, but Lauren dissuaded me and we watched it instead.

Mike Finch informed me a few days ago that as soon as we got a break in the rainy weather I would be out cutting wood for future firings. The local saw mill who supplies us with wood (mostly pine) is set to deliver soon, so a space needed clearing.

It was an excellent day to be working outside, even with such an antiquated circular saw. Until coming to Winchcombe I didn't even know you could attach a saw to a tractor.

Here is my day in pictures:

Essential tools: gloves, goggles, helmet with visor and ear protectors.

Some of the wood to be cut up.

Making a start in the morning sun.

"Watch out for those fingers Hamish."

For some of the thinner pieces it was easier to push them through from one side.

Cutting up the off cuts for the workshop fire.

Chucking the offcuts on the pile. Very satisfying.

Me and my piles.

Would it make Svend Bayer proud? Probably not, but a good stack nevertheless.

Happy to still have all of my limbs and digits.

And here is a short video of the operation in motion.

And finally a picture of the Lauren the beautiful camera lady, who helped out filming and picture taking despite it being her half-birthday (!!!) and having the manuscript of her novel to edit.

MIxing Clay

Gone are the days when the clay was dug on site at Winchcombe Pottery. It was a lot of work to achieve a clay body which contained lime so tended to blow out during firing. Today the clay is mixed on site but comes in powdered form from Devon and Cornwall.

Mixing the clay is very much like making a cake batter. Indeed, the machine we use used to be a dough mixer in a bakery. I cannot divulge the exact recipe but can show the ingredients and process.

It starts with the iron oxide.

Okay, you found the bag.

Now weigh it out.

Mix it thoroughly. This lovely machine does this part for you whilst you get everything else together.

Separate scales for the sand.

Many bags of clay.

One bag of clay.

Whilst the mixer is off tip a few bags of clay in. Turn the mixer on. Add the sand.

After a couple of minutes dry mixing add the iron oxide and water. Add a little more water if necessary. Judging how much water is important as it directly impacts how soft or hard your clay is.

It is easier to mix the clay stiffer at this point and if you need to make it softer then add some recycled (sloppy) clay later, when you pug it. Using differing amounts of the stiff and sloppy clays you can get any consistency you need.

A still of the mixer mid mix.

Once it has mixed for 10/15 minutes perhaps, it will hopefully be almost all mixed in to the point where you can't see big lumps of grey clay. Turn the machine off and start chucking it onto the slate bed. You can see this in the picture below. There was no clay there at the start of the day. I wish I had taken a picture then as now you probably won't believe me. I did the clay mound on the right first. It is made from recycled clay which Mike Finch uses to make plates (after its pugged). The clay on the left is much stiffer, more useful for cylinders.

The end of the day. Clay piled up good and high.

Time for a beer.

Oh but here is a short video of the mixer:

I do feel like this is a very boring video, and perhaps not worth the effort of uploading it to youtube, but anyway, its done. Now the whole world can see it in action!

The bathroom of our dreams.

Whilst I was working in the pottery on Saturday Lauren decided to take my bathroom make-over to the next level. Here it is:

Our new and very white shower.

Just beautiful.

Tomorrow I shall post on the wonders of mixing clay.

I thought now was a good time to do a few posts on some of my other duties at Winchcombe Pottery. It is not all producing four inch bowls (and now beakers). In fact, its mostly not.

Here is a list of the jobs that spring to mind: lighting the fire in the workshop, stocking the shop, serving customers in the shop (when they ring the bell), packing up orders, tidying, cleaning, moving and chopping wood, mixing clay, pugging clay, scraping off bats, packing and unpacking kilns, preparing the kiln shelves with alumina, sorting kiln furniture, mixing glazes, sieving glazes, glazing and fettling, grinding down pots, pressure hosing down the floor, strimming undergrowth, removing tree limbs. Oh and helping set up Ray Finch's old room as a teaching space.

It would take me a long time to document all of that and there is probably no need. Not sure anyone wants to see me pressure hosing a floor. But I'll do a few anyway.

But before that, some bathroom pictures! The wooden sills around our shower/bath thing weren't sealed, so water was leaking down and through the wall into the bedroom. Bad news. So I removed the wood. Here is what I found.

I really didn't want to look too closely in that hole. Lots of spiders webs.

Lovely.

 A mushroom I found hiding under the rotting wood.

I don't think its edible.

 Further horror.

A slug who also thought its home was the bathroom. Its not even native.

As you can see, bathroom maintenance is also part of living at the pottery.

Here is the freshly sealed effort.

It still smells of weird rubbery plastic in there. I just need to varnish or paint the back piece and it will be complete. I don't think its bad for my first forray into the world of luxury bathrooms.

My heart is still beating quite fast. I just got out of the shower and stepped on a bee. I didn't know bees were still about-its November! Thankfully for me I must have stepped on his head and not his tail. I came out unscathed, he is writhing on the rug. I should probably dispatch him.
 
Okay, that's done, slippers on.

I forgot to put up some pics of the four inch bowls toasted little bottoms. Here they are, with a couple of right way up close ups too.

You can really see where the flame from the wood has hit the pots

I like how the iron in the slip bleeds rusty brown.

One final blue slipped bowl.