At last the kiln elements have been replaced; the old ones are so brittle in places that they just crumble.
First biscuit firing. Here we go.
Meantime I was glazing assorted pots. You wouldn’t think that these dusty coatings could develop into anything colourful.
Handling glaze at 3° C is a painful experience. Pots sat on the gradually heating kiln gain a little adventitious warmth, which helps the icy fingers.
Out come the biscuit-fired pots; in goes the dried glazed ware.
The kiln reached its target temperature and didn’t fail or trip out the electrics. A moment of truth comes tomorrow when the chamber is cool enough to open. What will the glazes have done?