Toasted stoneware, matte oatmeal glaze. Dishwasher and oven safe. Four left.
The workshop
A former weaving shed, two wheels, one kiln
I trained as a textile conservator and came to clay sideways, in an evening class in Halifax in 2014, which I attended largely to get out of the house. Eleven years later the wheel has taken over the whole ground floor and the loom has been pushed into the corner, though it still earns its keep for the linen. Everything is thrown, trimmed, bisque-fired, glazed and fired again here — no outsourcing and no white-labelled blanks. The kiln holds about eighty pieces, takes fourteen hours to fire and two days to cool, which is why stock arrives in lumps on a Friday rather than trickling in. If something is listed, it exists and is sitting on the shelf behind me.