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A Potter's Moll: Walking Out Of The Gym

...Potter Jim and I are not what you would call fitness fanatics so when we saw pictures on TV of a gym full of toiling sweaty people, I said that I could not imagine us ever going into such a place. Jim surprised me by saying he had been in such places in hotels in the USA when he goes to his annual ceramics conference.

‘Well, what did you do there? I asked.

‘Walk out again,’ he said...

Count on columnist Liz Robison to make you chuckle.

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Our oldest son was thirty- two recently, which got me thinking that I was thirty- two when he was born, so it was half my lifetime ago. As his birthday fell at the end of the six- week school holidays, in most of his childhood birthday photographs he is sporting a plaster, a pot, a bandage or a recent scar!

Thinking back I also remember when he was being born and the midwife was telling me to push.
‘I am pushing,’ I yelled.
‘No you’re not,’ she said, ‘You’re just pulling a funny face!’

Potter Jim and I are not what you would call fitness fanatics so when we saw pictures on TV of a gym full of toiling sweaty people, I said that I could not imagine us ever going into such a place. Jim surprised me by saying he had been in such places in hotels in the USA when he goes to his annual ceramics conference.

‘Well, what did you do there? I asked.

‘Walk out again,’ he said.

I was recently asked to ‘unveil’ a ceramic water feature which had been commissioned from Jim by some friends for their garden. Wearing my ‘wedding’ hat, I did the honours with a few verses. By dint of help from a Latin dictionary, I called it Factura Aqua Ovinus Maximus (Big Sheep Water Feature), because the piece has a sheep’s head with water coming out of the mouth.

It was all good fun and as a result the proud owners have now decided to call it ‘Max’ for short.

What a strange summer it’s been, weather-wise. We have had some lovely days in September – last week we visited the bays of Anglesey in cloudless warm sunshine, but there’s never been a build up of heat and when the sun goes down, it’s chilly immediately. And the nights are drawing in.

Horror of horrors, a local garden centre has got artificial Christmas trees and lights on display already.

Today we went to Rufford Abbey in Nottinghamshire, to see a retrospective exhibition of work by potter and painter, Robin Welch who has been working for over fifty years. I was amused by comments in the visitors’ book – among all the Wonderfuls, Brilliants and Fantastics, one comment said ‘Very enjoyable, despite the long drive.’ (Not the fault of the artist, surely?)

Another comment stood out which really makes you glad you live in a free country – ‘I think you’ve lost the plot, mate.’

Being out and about you notice how much house building there is going on everywhere. Some of the names are amusing – Sycamore Mews (as Jim says, they cut the trees down and then name the road after them). Blossom Court, Chequers and Perseverance Place are three I saw today. At least Perseverance Place is on the site of the grand old Perseverance Mill, here in Holmfirth, West Yorkshire.) Mills…. Now there were names – Perseverance, Endeavour, Athens, Titanic etc.

More from me in a fortnight.


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