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A Potter's Moll: Pommes de Terre

…As we travelled back through the Vale of York farmland, my companion told me of a sign he had seen by the roadside – a broom handle with a piece of hardboard nailed to it bearing the legend ‘POTATOES’. Some wag had added underneath – ‘Twinned with Pommes de Terres’…

Liz Robison shares more of her enthusiasm for life as a potter’s moll.

Please visit the Web site of Liz’s internationally-famed husband, potter Jim Robison http://www.jimrobison.co.uk/

A huge tribal affair to report on first – Welsh people from all over Yorkshire descended on Trinity Methodist Church in York one Saturday recently for a ‘Gymanfa Ganu’, which I can best describe as a HymnFest. It is always a very joyous occasion, and this year’s conductor. Yvonne Roberts, recalled the excitement the festival aroused when she was a child – afternoon off school, new dress or shoes, a special high tea and visitors from other chapels. It’s wonderful to see and hear a full chapel of people singing their hearts out in four-part harmony. Not forgetting the contribution a good organist makes on these occasions. Oh, and Welsh people do love to sing the last chorus again with even more gusto!

As we travelled back through the Vale of York farmland, my companion told me of a sign he had seen by the roadside – a broom handle with a piece of hardboard nailed to it bearing the legend ‘POTATOES’. Some wag had added underneath – ‘Twinned with Pommes de Terres’.

We enjoyed a weekend manning our stall at ClayArt, a market where seventy potters displayed their wares, near Denbigh, in the beautiful Vale of Clwyd. The potters also did demonstrations and fired various kinds of kilns. The public came in their hundreds so hopefully many potters were successful financially. There is always an element of competition at these events and the distinctive sound of parcel tape being wrapped around a large bubble-wrapped pot is very satisfying if it is you who is doing the wrapping; less so if it is someone on a neighbouring stall. Jim was pleased to sell three experimental planters he had made as tripods, to get away from the idea of pots always having flat bottoms.

We stayed in North Wales for a couple of days of rest and recuperation with our grandchildren. On a serious note, in view of the missing child in Portugal, our four year old grand daughter wanted to go to the toilet on her own in a café we sometimes visit. When she came back she also had a two-bar Kit-Kat that the owner had given her. She was delighted and even shared one bar with the four grown-ups. Which is all absolutely as it should be in a saner world than the one we seem to inhabit.

To return to a favourite subject of mine – language use. We had unsolicited mail this week inviting us to ‘an exclusive eyeware event’ (my italics, but the word processor has underlined ‘eyeware’ in red, so there is something going on.) The invitation went on ‘Discover more about your individual style…..experience the incomparable lightness…..select the correct eye model for you’. Whatever happened to taking the wife or the husband with you when you went to choose glasses?

More from me in a fortnight.

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