My Uncle’s pottery studio has brought me countless hours of joy. It’s a very old building with planks on the floor the size of an old growth tree. The pottery wheels sit in front of large windows that look out over his farm across to his lovely home.
It smells like earth and the clay dust covers every inch. Giant barrels of glaze await the bisque fired pots. There are rows of pots drying at every different stage. In the winter the stove makes the studio warm and cozy.
The kiln when firing makes the studio even warmer and adds an excitement of something special to come. The outdoor showroom begins to fill with beautiful pots ready for the summer tourist.
My uncle is Heinz Laffinand his studio is on HornbyIsland
if you want to experience it for yourself.