Yesterday's eight mini salt kits have been turned, and are now seven-one was a little too finely potted!
This afternoon I threw a dozen mugs at one sitting. I suppose I should have stopped at ten, couldn't feel the last two properly, but by then I had patterned my hands enough to the shape again.
Eight have been ordered (with a milk jug). I'm awaiting confirmation, but even if she changes her mind on how many she'll have, these go well, as does the colour she has requested (dark blue)
Just the shape to keep hands and drink nice and warm!!
The wind has has a cutting edge to it today.
Mountain Man walked down just to have lunch with me. A simple meal together, sit and talk, discuss what we will be growing on our allotment gardens this season. He makes me feel braver and more confident to do what I want to do. I just wish he'd let me go up the hill to save him the walk sometimes.