Persabus Pineapple Pops….

The ‘pineapple pop’ has been flowing freely and abundantly as the farm upped a gear into full scale ‘party mode’ at the weekend. It’s been an incredibly sociable time as we gathered as many of the clan, extended clan, friends and families together for our annual  Summer Party festivities.

Tractor and horse box were reversed into the garden and strategically placed at the end of the patio just in case sunshine gave way to rain. It wouldn’t be the first time the farmer’s horse box has been turned into a ‘kippering station’, as ‘rain fails to dampen spirits’ in this vicinity, with burgers and skewers sizzling away on the home-made barbeque. Such is the Happy Farmer’s passion for recycling, the BBQ stand is made from an old Singer sewing machine treadle, the top from a ‘calor gas’ bottle split into two halves, where the charcoal burns. The grill was once an old grated cover for a pit. The horse box often doubles up as a bar and all weather BBQ hut.

Even the animals joined in the spirit of the preparations. The kitten was seen scaling the tractor, clambering over the wing mirrors and up onto the roof of the cab to get a bird’s eye view of proceedings. Dogs were faithfully following the Happy Farmer’s every move, tripping him up and getting under his feet, as they seemed to know burgers would be making an appearance at some point if the horse box had yet again appeared in the garden. Horses were poised on the hill, looking down from their vantage point to see what the commotion was about. Even the sheep managed to have their annual ‘coiffeur’ just in time, getting a very necessary trim of their fleeces, courtesy of the sheep shearers who popped by the afternoon before the party.

The Happy Farmer was beside himself with the whole socialness of the unfolding events. Courtesy of his visiting cousin there have been more than one or two ‘after hours and into the wee small hours’ kind of evenings. When his cousin’s fishing pals decided to hop on the plane for a surprise visit at the end of the week the Happy Farmer really had to up his game of hospitality. It is a lovely time of year. The house is bustling and buzzing, and there is a real party atmosphere.

My brother and family had the best plan of action though. They arrived off the ferry, stopping only briefly at the farmhouse for a quick coffee and to leave some luggage, before heading out to Bholsa on Islay’s north west coast. The caves and natural arches there are simply stunning. The landscape makes for tough walking but suddenly you are transported into a wilderness that opens onto part of Islay’s most beautiful coastline. With the tide right out, a beautiful sandy bay was exposed. They were able to swim in the waves in the sunshine, before exploring the beautiful arches, cliffs and waterfalls. They set up camp for a quiet night under the stars, complete with a seaside fire, made from driftwood, and a feast of steak and baked potatoes. The midges were kind to them, not descending until late into the evening when they were about to retire for the night anyway.

At the farm whilst they watched the sunset from Bholsa, we were sat in the farmhouse garden eating a hearty supper with the sheep shearers. Beer and food are very welcome after a day of clipping in the heat.

Saturday was spent dodging between the pottery and farmhouse as the final preparations were under way. Changeovers were happening. Washing was being pegged out. Relatives were arriving off the ferry. Burgers were being made, yes it really would be far too simple to buy the ‘ready’ ones, and skewers were threaded. The Bholsa team returned just in time as people started to arrive. The party really was a lovely one. A good gathering of young and old partied in the garden, moving indoors as dusk fell. The weather held. We had singing and dancing and good music, and in true style it ran from 4 ‘til 4, and the Happy Farmer even made his ‘papers’ on Sunday!

Until next time….


Cockles and Fizz

Yesterday the sea was calling. Island living is at its very best when we have seemingly endless days of sunshine and hot weather. I suggested to the Happy Farmer and his cousin that we head to the beach and try our hand at ‘cockling’. Ever since I was treated to steamed cockles on hot buttered toast last weekend I have been craving shell fish.

On Friday we even popped to the Locindaal Hotel for one of Iain’s amazing seafood platters. Lobster, crab, langoustine and clams are all served with a bucket of chips. It was incredibly tasty.

On Sunday it was time to head to the beach and have a go at harvesting some of our own shellfish. As we drove towards Killinallan, where the sea flows into Loch Gruinart, I could see there were going to be issues. The tide was in, leaving little sand for the Happy Farmer to start raking for cockles. Not having any experience of cockling I thought our mission was doomed.

We headed down to the shores for a ponder anyway, flicked a few clumps of seaweed back to reveal nothing but the odd sand shrimp and tiny crabs, scuttling sideways for cover. There were plenty of empty cockle shells teasing us, but the shellfish themselves were proving to be highly elusive. Paddling into the water was bliss, the sea was invitingly warm. Undeterred I continued my search for cockles, wading into the soothing waters. I spied one on its side beneath the rippling waves, success, as I lifted it, a small spurt of water squished at me, as the shell clamped firmly shut. It took a good few minutes more, paddling deeper, eyes glued to the sandy depths beneath, until I spied another cockle, and so the search went on, until my pockets were filled, and I could hold no more cockles between my fingers. I found it incredibly addictive and discovered a highly competitive driving force within as without my supreme efforts I think we would have gone home hungry. The Happy Farmer found about five cockles, his cousin quite a few more, but I was the clear winner when it came time to fill the bucket. It was so much fun. With perseverance we managed to find an area where cockles were heading to the surface of the sandy depths to feed. After a few hours the bucket boasted a small harvest. I think I could quite possibly still be paddling in those waves yet had the Happy Farmer not called ‘time’ on the whole proceedings.

Arriving back at the farmhouse, legs still tingling refreshingly from an afternoon of paddling in the warm salty sea we celebrated with a snack of steamed cockles on hot buttered toast washed down with a glass of chilled fizz. Does island life get any better? It would seem so as tonight, the remainder of the cockles will be mixed with garlic, wine, chilli and tomatoes for a feast of ‘spaghetti alle vongole’. Happy summer! Happy island life!

Until next time…


Mumbai comes to Persabus

The heat is on at Persabus. Temperatures have been soaring and the island has been bathed in golden sunshine and boasting the most amazing vibrant sunsets. When the pottery closes, the car is packed with dogs and beach bag, and we head for the sea. An after-work swim in the cool ocean waters is just what’s needed to refresh and revive the soul.

The Happy Farmer waved us off the other evening, beer in hand, he had the barbeque lit, with the promise of some of his excellent home-made beef burgers to return home to. He is a dab hand when it comes to barbeques. He is perfecting his secret recipes of jalapeno and tomato burgers, skewered satay and curried chicken, all in preparation for the ‘Persabus barbeque cooking competition,’ in a few weeks, when he takes on his cousin, as the two of them prepare a feast for all of the guests at our annual summer party.

Post swim then, we returned to the farm all ready for a feast of ‘Happy Farmer burgers’. The Happy Farmer greeted us with an extra huge smile as the most amazing aromas of garlic and spices were wafting from the farmhouse kitchen. A hive of activity, our lovely guests, who had travelled all the way from Mumbai to Islay, were busy cooking up an Indian feast. In our absence the Happy Farmer had invited them over for a ‘wee dram’. He invited them to join us for some burgers. When they heard of the Happy Farmer’s absolute love of Indian food however they insisted that he save the burgers and instead they would cook some traditional Indian cuisine for all. The kitchen cupboards in the farmhouse have well-stocked tubs of Indian spices. We have masalas and curry leaves galore, often attempting to cook our own take on Indian food. Nothing could have prepared us for the amazing flavours we were treated to by our guests though. It was so mouth wateringly delicious. So many amazing flavours, but what was even more special was the craic of two families, from very different cultures, and living continents apart, sharing an evening of laughter, stories, drams and fine cuisine. Islay and Indian hospitality at its very best. We are already looking forward to our friends’ return visit and have most kindly been offered beds in Mumbai too.

Today then, we called by Farmer C’s house, on our way to the airport to collect youngest. What perfect timing. It may not have been Indian cuisine, but Farmer C and family were just back from the beach with buckets of cockles. Fresh from the sea, we were treated to the most delicious island snack of steamed cockles on hot buttered toast, island living and hospitality at its very best. Summertime has arrived on Islay.

Until next time….


Paradise Island….

Islay is at its picture-perfect best. The sun is splitting the skies. Beach time is calling. We have been away for a few days. We arrived back to paradise. There is something quite cathartic about leaving the heat of the bustling city behind as you step onto a small plane  and fly off into the blue skies,  arriving a short while later to the peace and tranquillity of island life. A cloudless sky, the pilot even flew lower than usual, so we could take in the spectacular views of the islands, as the plane soared over the sea towards the south of Islay.

The dogs are getting treated to several walks a day. A morning run through the fields, which are laden with clover and buttercups just now. Beach time calls in the late afternoon. The shimmering turquoise sea of Machir Bay with golden sands stretching before you. Dipping our toes in the waves we paddled the whole length of the beach, the waters warmed by the heat of the sun on the sand. In the evening the woods are calling. Walking from the farmhouse, through the Dunlossit woodland track, the dogs get to cool off in Loch Ballygrant.

We were away on a short break to visit the Royal Highland Show in Edinburgh. A trip which couldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for our amazing team of helpers at Persabus who took care of everything in our absence. The local Mod was on here, and the Nairn Gaelic choir were staying at the farm. They phoned tonight to say a great time had been had by all, even in the Happy Farmer’s absence, Islay did not disappoint with its warmth and hospitality. The choir got treated to an excellent warm welcome from everyone, enjoying fantastic hospitality across the island, but especially from Ardbeg Distillery, when they had called by for a quick tour. They went on to win a trophy in the Mod, followed by an evening of songs and a good traditional ceilidh on their return to the farm. The Happy Farmer was really disappointed he missed out. The choir departed on Sunday having really enjoyed all Islay has to offer.

The Royal Highland Show did not disappoint either, although as usual we did not get to see everything. The hospitality in the Scottish Farmer tent was at its best, the Happy Farmer seemed to keep getting waylaid there, like a magnet it kept drawing him back! We were treated to drinks in the big house, such was the hospitality of the directors and farmers. Hospitality we hope to return when they all venture west for Islay’s Agricultural Show later in the summer.

Until next time…


Lobster and whisky Galore.

The front field appears to be growing barley and…. lobster pots. Stacked ever so neatly above the sprouting field of barley in front of the farmhouse, are 200 or so lobster pots. The Happy Farmer has been smiling broadly ever since their arrival on the farm. He was more than happy to help then, in fact he was beyond delighted, to offer storage space for those pots when the local ferryman needed somewhere to put his pots for a few months. They add character to the farm. The island has a long history of fishing and farming, and of course, the Happy Farmer has been dreaming of the tasty lobsters that are going to pop into those pots once the ferryman’s boat is back in the water. Community spirit runs strong on the island. The Happy Farmer hasn’t yet had chance to remind the ferryman of his absolute love of lobster, but I am sure his friend knows him well enough. It will probably take a few of the island’s large gins or whiskies to refresh the ferryman’s memory. Luckily there is a bountiful supply, with eight distilleries operating and more new distilleries in the pipeline. The recent opening of Nerabus ‘Islay Gin’, coupled with the established Jura Gin and the Botanist, there are many to choose from.  

What a crop the Happy Farmer’s  front field is going to yield … lobster and whisky. I was smiling then when the Happy Farmer announced plans to plant Juniper trees to go alongside his blackthorn bushes in the hedgerow, it seems to me he has quite a lot of ‘dreaming’ going on.

We have had a nutty few weeks on the farm. One of our ‘Highland Ladies’ is about to calve. She has been teasing the Happy Farmer all week, threatening, but still clinging on, with no sign of the calf making an appearance. The Highland cow then, has handily placed herself next to the sheep whisperer’s cottage and is choosing that area as her preferred birthing pad. Luckily for the farmer the sheep whisperer has made a purpose-built gate at the back of her garden especially for situations like this. It appears to even have a purpose built ‘quad bike parking space’. This allows the Happy Farmer to ‘multi task’. Carrying out his farming duties with dedication from the comfort of the sheep whisperer’s and fly fisher’s conservatory, with whatever large ‘sweetie’ they happen to have on the go.

On a Happy note this morning when the Happy Farmer did his rounds he found to his delight the cow had produced a gorgeous wee calf, and in the Happy Farmer’s own words the cow is ‘as crabbit as hell’. That wise Mumma is refusing to allow the Happy Farmer anywhere near her new baby, guarding her offspring warily. This is where the quad bike comes into its own, allowing the farmer to safely check the calf before making a hasty get away, home over the hills, for coffee in the farmhouse.

Until next time….


Where Eagles Soar…..

It has been a busy old week. We have welcomed many new guests to the farm and waved others on their way. So many fascinating people from all corners of the globe, with so many interesting stories to tell. This week we welcomed Koreans, Americans, Germans, Norwegians, and a lovely lady who grew up on a little island off the south coast of Australia. She grew up in the bush on a tiny island, but now lives in London. She had travelled to spend some time on our island, revelling in dipping her toes into the waves, eating oysters fresh from the sea and enjoying being surrounded by the ocean, and once again catching up on the joys of island life.
The farmhouse washing machine has been constantly whirling then and the washing lines are filled with sheets drying in the sea breeze. At Persabus as far as possible everything is ‘line-dried’, on occasions, even the Happy Farmer, you thought I was going to say is ‘hung out to dry’….but no, even the Happy Farmer is part of ‘team washing line’, dodging showers and rain, when the climate is changeable, and making the most of any breeze, and of course on days like today taking advantage of the heat of the midday sun, hanging out those never ending baskets of sheets. It is calming to know then that alongside our crazily busy, traffic polluted cities, where life is lived in the fast lane, on our little island farm, the sheets can still dry freely in the breeze. The same ocean breeze that permeates the casks, to help mature the whisky, also blows through our laundry. After a day of distillery tastings our guests can cosy down into fresh, crisply laundered bed sheets, that have a lingering scent of the Islay sea air.
After ‘oddles’ of laundry today then, I sat with a cup of tea in the garden and admired the huge blue skies that have been enveloping our island for days now. The garden troughs have been all planted up with a beautiful collection of flowering plant varieties by Anna, one of the Persabus team members. After a morning’s hard work there is something immensely satisfying about sitting in our sun filled garden and watching clean, white sheets blowing gently in the breeze.
Swallows were swooping about in the garden. They have made their nests, as they do every year, in the farm sheds. Pottery waiting to be glazed on the work benches needs to be carefully covered in plastic sheets at this time of year, as those swallows, unwittingly, can make quite a mess as they fly back and forth to nests, feeding their young. Persabus is their home too for these few months of the year.
In the distance, we watched two Golden Eagles soaring overhead above the hill. They were circling, riding the breeze, levelling off, before dive bombing down to catch their unsuspecting prey.
‘So long as it’s not Hansel the horse’ was the Happy Farmer’s cheering thought and with that he took to the hills on his quad bike to check the beasts all have plenty of water on this scorching day.
Until next time….


All for Mairi’s Wedding…

A right good ‘Island Hoolie’.

Wedding fever arrived at the farm this weekend with the ‘Porter-MacCallum’ wedding celebrations. What a truly creative, happy and unique day Mairi, our local sheep whisperer, and her husband John, butcher and fly-fishing champion, treated us all to.
Where else would you have impeccably behaved pet lambs as bridesmaids, complete with huge turquoise bows around their necks, blending perfectly with a huddle of nephews and nieces escorting their aunt up the aisle? The Happy Farmer leading proceedings as Celebrant, Archie breadman as best man, and a certain well- known farming editor in chief as the newly appointed ‘best’ best man?
The days leading up to the celebrations have seen two huge marquees erected on the farm. Pallets stacked to form benches. Easy chairs and sofas covered and strategically placed around the edges. Plywood and ‘artificial grass’ dance floors. All finished off with huge fragrant bouquets and trailing twinkling fairy lights. The venue was a vibrant reflection of Mairi’s creative spirit.
Transport to the event consisted of a last- minute dash through the fields on the Happy Farmer’s quad bike and trailer. Six piled in, whilst the sensible ones made it down the road on foot. Eldest was at the helm, hoicking up her frock, to drive the motely crew across the fields and down a steep hill to the assembled marquees. Proceedings nearly came to a halt when the quad bike got bogged in the first field then, and I must assure you this had nothing to do with the mightily sturdy farmers on board, and everything to do with the carryout that was clinking away between their toes, as they held on for dear life.
Lateness was not an option on this occasion, as the quad had the all-important ‘three amigos’ on board. This trio were due to be leading the events of the day. After a quick reshuffle in the trailer and a couple of abandonees, who decided to ‘hoof’ it across the fields instead, the quad and trailer went hurtling down the hill before coming to a pitstop at the bespoke venue.
Sheep were the theme of the day as pampered, shampooed and blow-dried pet lambs, mixed with helium filled, weighted, balloon sheep. There were sheep space hoppers and bubble swords, but what stole the show, apart from the lovely bride, was the impeccably behaved entourage of lambs, following her as she led the way through the crowd on the arm of her brother, Gas, to join her husband and the ‘three amigos’ aka the Happy Farmer, Archie Bread and Ken, all waiting at the top of the marquee.
The Happy Farmer began with an ‘I am jolly’ celebrant speech, before swiftly handing over to Archie bread, in his role as best man, followed by a speech from the ‘best’ best man. Speeches, toasts and photos over and the party started in earnest, with a huge feast of roast pork and beef, fresh rolls, and so many cakes. The sun shone brightly all afternoon, and the only guests not to arrive were the midges, and they were certainly not missed. Everyone got to sit out in the sun and enjoy the ‘craic’. Drinks were poured, more toasts were made, music was played, singing began and a fantastic ceilidh ensued as weighted helium filled blow up lambs, tottered and flew about, space hopper lambs flew among the guests, with more than a little help, gin and whisky flew from farmer to butcher, farmers toppled off chairs, hens, cockerels and ducks meandered about, even the Highland cow put in an appearance over the hill and Mairi’s little lambs did not leave her side all afternoon, their gorgeous turquoise bows still in-tact.
Hilarity and celebrations spilled out into the dusk. A huge trough of chilli, chips and coleslaw were served to late night revellers, and today we can only reflect and marvel on the outstanding hospitality of this amazing lady and her new groom…..


The Persabus Islay Festival of Music and Malt

There is a carnival atmosphere on the island as the Islay Festival of Music and Malt gets underway. The sun is splitting the skies as people from all corners of the world have travelled over the seas to Islay’s shores to join in the festivities. The Happy Farmer therefore feels obliged, duty bound in fact, to join in. He feels it would be rude not to ‘partake’ and I must admit I am highly entertained by his efforts each year to join the party.

So, on Sunday we made our way to Bruichladdich Open Day. The Happy Farmer has not quite managed to make it to all the distillery events, due to work commitments, but rest assured, he does have his very own little festival going on at Persabus. The ‘Persabus Festival of Music and Malt’ seems to start earlier each year and is lengthening too.

Bruichladdich Open Day then, did not disappoint. A huge beaming sunshine and a courtyard filled with so many beaming people. The finest, freshest seafood available could be bought at Boo’s Seafood Shack. All caught locally, by the fisherman himself along with his crew, and then cooked and served from the Shack. That was my first port of call. Fresh prawn Marie Rose and cracked crab claws with garlic mayonnaise was my choice, unable to decide between the two dishes, I, of course had both. The clams also looked delicious but there was already a queue waiting patiently, clams sizzling away on the hot plate. The Happy Farmer opted for a burger cooked on the open barbeque, but not until he had visited his favourite haunt, the Botanist gin tent. Live music from the Islay Pipe Band, dancing from the Ella Edgar dancers, Music from Trail West, a blues band and then Tidelines. There were local arts and crafts, food stalls and of course whisky, masterclasses, tastings and festival bottlings, all bubbling out of Bruichladdich with its idyllic seafront location.

It is the people that really make the day though, so many happy people, dancing, chatting, singing, from all over the globe intermingled with many of the island’s local characters, even the young Mr T made it down from Inverness to make sure there was a strong contingent of such ‘characters’, and even the farmers are happy and smiling on festival days! The distillery team had pulled out all the stops and this highly organised event was an amazing day as usual.

The festival spills on after hours, over to the Lochindaal and Port Charlotte Hotels, for evening celebrations. The Happy Farmer was keen to ‘appear’ there too, but at this point, I must apologise for his absence or equally you can thank me for his absence. I thought it would be a good idea to head home to Persabus, with campers due, new guests arriving and breakfasts calling in the morning.

Today the Happy is full of smiles and glad he called it a day when he did. It was of course entirely his decision and he has no regrets at having to miss the evening festivities. He thoroughly enjoyed his evening siesta last night, snoring merrily from a deck chair in the garden, where he had duly collapsed on his arrival back to Persabus.

The pottery will be open today, and all week, with painting workshops, ceramics for sale, afternoon teas and guest appearances from the Happy Farmer, as we celebrate the festival of music and malt in our own unique ‘Persabus’ way. Do call by….

Until next time….


Farmer Exits to the Mainland….

The Happy Farmer exited to the mainland this week and I was left sailing ‘The Good Ship Persabus’. 

The animals always seem to know when the farmer’s away. I have come to realise this as things always seem to go a bit pear shaped in his absence. 

Yesterday I was getting along just fine. Breakfasts had been served and I had helped our lovely guests plan an exciting day of walks and tours. Laundry, change overs and ironing  had been sorted. Fires were lit, lunches and afternoon teas served in the pottery, pieces were glazed ready for firing. New guests were welcomed in. Lambs were checked. Horses were fed, the dogs had their long walk through the drive in the sunshine and just as I sat down at last to my own lovely tea I looked out of the French windows to see an ‘escapee’ in the garden. Muffin, the cheeky pony, had circumnavigated his way over a fence and through two gates, which he had knocked flat, and then skipped into the garden to call by for a visit and a tasty bite of fresh grass. Tea had to be abandoned into the Aga as I knew Muffin would not stay in the garden for long. He quite likes to venture across the road for a visit to the pottery and campsite if the opportunity arises. In fact the Distillery Manager from Ardnahoe knocked at the door bright and early the other day as Muffin and Hansel were happily standing as the Persabus welcoming committee happily munching their way through the grass at the roadside the other day. We are reaching the season where the Happy Farmer gets his ride on lawn mower out of hibernation and whiles away the hours driving in circles round the gardens and verges all in the name of work. It is of course an occupation saved for the warmest sunniest of days.  Luckily then the horses decided to step in as our temporary lawn mowers. 

Following several mayday calls for assistance and finding there was no one on hand to help I did finally manage to gingerly coax Muffin back to barracks with a rather large pink bucket and a scoop of sugar beet. An easy task for most but those horses are acutely aware of my fear of them. A struggle and tussle with two heavy gates, a bit baler twine and a wooden pallet to try and build a barricade the Happy Farmer would be proud of and tea was back on the menu. 

Thankfully morning came and Muffin and Hansel were happily in their field. Breakfasts were a delight and the Happy Farmer arrived home smiling off the first plane. 

Until next time… 



It has reached that lovely time of year when the days are getting longer and longer, meal times are getting later and later, as beach time and extended dog walks are calling.

Once the pottery door closes Ruby and Bramble are poised at the back door waiting patiently for the dog leads to be lifted off the hook, and from that point on, the tails are wagging, the barking starts, as they begin to shout at me impatiently to hurry up. A short while later we are off. Across the field, over the road, and onto the track which leads to Lily Loch and up to the slate bench, where you can find yet more amazing views out over the headland. It is the perfect spot to watch the ferry cruising along up the Sound towards Port Askaig. To breathe in the sea air and take in the vast open skies and sea that surround the island.

Down along the track, past the dam, following the burn, we get ‘beachtime’. Here a pebble beach meets the Sound, and the gentle lapping of the waves calm the soul. I love it.

I have had a busy week. In the pottery I have been spinning plates, literally. My little workshop has been buzzing with creativity. We have welcomed so many lovely people, coffee has been brewing, cake, scones, sandwiches and afternoon teas have been served. There has been a buzz in the air, and so much painting. The kiln has been firing away, pottery has been turned into amazing reflections of creativity and memories. Even the Happy Farmer has been dancing around the pottery with one of our lovely Italian friends who calls by each year, and her dance with the Happy Farmer has become a tradition, and we all know the Happy Farmer loves traditions.

The ‘all singing all dancing’ new farm and pottery laptop then chose this moment to take a nose dive, and set new challenges for the farmer’s wife, kind of ‘beyond repair’ challenges. Four hours of ‘playing’ computers with an incredibly patient tech team, computer technology really is not my strong point, and it was decided that the best way forward was to provide the Happy Farmer’s wife with a brand new, shiny, all singing, all dancing replacement laptop. My head was buzzing. Hours on a phone listening to some beyond horrendous call centre background music, while I patiently held the phone to my ear, as they thought up yet more software hoops for me to jump through. I was sat in front of a computer screen that was just refusing to play ball.

I escaped to the beach then. The dogs, the sunshine of a calm spring evening, and the gentle lapping waves of the Sound just melted away the stress and I was reminded of how lucky we are to live on this beautiful island.

It is at this little beach then that I stumbled upon the glossy pink and brown seaweed, scattered across the pebbles, having been brought in by the tide. This seaweed inspired my ‘Seaweed from the Sound’ pottery range. Inspired by one of my many walks there, in the pottery workshop I dipped my brush into the coloured slip clay and painted the patterns and colours of the seaweed onto the bisque. People often comment on how relaxing and therapeutic pottery painting is. Hopefully all of the lovely visitors who brought pieces from this range over the Easter holidays enjoy their pottery as much as I enjoyed designing and painting it.  

I hope you manage to find your calm.

Until next time….