Entries by Peter Arscott

political pottery

Last week I walked into the studio and slammed the door behind me. There was a resounding crash. I knew then that I should have repaired the wobbly shelf that held stacks of three legged bowls. However, all potters develop a protective skin that steers them away from howling at the moon, so I swept […]

The jumble vases of Mud Month

Apologies for the brevity of this month’s blog, which like the month of February itself, seems shorter than others and lacking a defined personality. Unfair really. After all, had it retained its original Old English name of Kale-monath it would be forever associated with brassica as Cabbage Month, which we can assume was the daily […]

worm grunting

May Hill hovering on the horizon The fitter your legs, the fitter your mind. This is what I told myself as I slogged up Bradlow Hill to my favourite viewing spot one harsh cold morning last week. It’s good for you, colder temperatures help people think clearly, people perform tasks better. What’s more, people are […]

December squelch

The month of December signals the full emergence of the cold winter season and, as the last month of the year, it promises a new beginning in January – who would not be looking forward to that? On the other hand, we’ve learnt to change our habits so much in 2020 that, as a result, bread-making, […]

Tree Music

Peter Arscott Ceramics at The Chuffed Store and a meandering autumnal encounter with an enraged squirrel