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Idling

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Wednesday.

Bother Oxford, I thought sniffily, going out as the rain slowed.  So I turned left, interested by the curious mixture of pretension and seediness that characterised the area.  (Click an image for the gallery)

Today I travelled home.  Someone burned the toast at Oxford station and we evacuated, but luckily that was the only drama.

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Feeling a bit fritful

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Further to yesterday:  the only recipe for which I had flux available was one using alkaline frit.  So I weighed and slopped and began to sieve and belatedly discovered that the lumps of frit were not dispersible conglomerations but solid as concrete.  After bashing with half a brick they still looked like this:

A sealed pack of frit was also trying to turn itself into lumps, though not yet fully gone off.  I have dolloped some of that into the mix (and it did more or less sieve through) but have no idea how much to add.  The lumps I removed can’t be weighed accurately as they are now wet, and will also have bits of the other ingredients stuck to them.

Oh well – everything about the next batch of ware will be experimental, so what’s another experiment …?

Seasonal

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36 hours, and being Dickens there is a lot of redundancy, so it doesn’t matter if your attention wanders for a minute or two.  This came in handy for a number of very dull jobs, and in fact is well read.  I find Boz quite annoying, but every now and then I can’t help bursting into laughter,

One of the dull jobs:  skipped it last year, but now it’s back to stirring and reconstituting neglected glazes, dried to solid discs at the bottom of pots.  Also hunting for a low temperature glaze recipe which – and this is the key thing – uses up those bags of ingredients already sitting dustily on the shelf.  Gerstley borate?  No.  Lead bisilicate? No.  EPK? No.  Ummm…

Imposition schemes

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Boss-eyed with e-books, working on an imposition scheme seemed restful, until the prototype went wrong for the third time.

The traditional method (poundage a little excessive):

Being impatient, I also tried the modern method, in spite of a curious smell, which might have been the microwaved elastic bands.  It sort of worked; though it is surprising how much water there was in these few small specimens.  At least it used up the stack of essay drafts as blotting paper, a fate that they well deserved.

 

After the sabbatical

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it’s a seasonal thing at any time, but after a long … long … sabbatical it was odd to sit to the wheel again.  In fact, so long that I am impressed that it still goes at all.  Best £50 I ever spent.

And after what seems like weeks sorting out the workshop, it’s good to have some new ware to put in it.  Miniatures, so I can fool around with some new techniques.  Don’t know what they will be yet, but one might work.

Walls

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When it isn’t being the Landslip Blog this tends to be the Old Walls Blog. Today’s old walls were a trifle melancholy, but also analgesic.  (Click a thumbnail for the gallery)

Picking up threads

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Mixed feelings about returning to former occupations after the experiment.

The first batch of beach clay is drying off; the weather still chilly, so it is slow waiting,

while the next batch is slopping down:

Tackling the garden under the buds and catkins of the geriatric birch (surviving another season of gales)

The first grass cut is always wearing.  It’s long and saturated and intractable, but there are consolations …

… their dancing presents a challenge to the amateur photographer.

Receded

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The hammering gales have dropped back. (Click thumbnail for gallery)