A friend of mine did a 10-hour sponsored pot yesterday, by which I mean she threw pots on a potter's wheel non-stop for 10 hours. She's a professional ceramicist I should point out. It was in the garden of our parish church. She did it to raise money to send a sick child on a pilgrimage to Lourdes. These jaunts don't come cheap as the children in question require specialist around-the-clock medical support.
The missus and I popped down there shortly after she'd kicked-off yesterday morning. We then left her to it. We went for a long walk, did some shopping, had a picnic, rode the train home again, drank tea, rang our parents etc. We then popped back to see her finish the stunt at about 6.30pm last evening. It was truly remarkable to think of her sitting there all that time, churning out the pottery. There was a massive trestle table to one side of the garden that was heaving with the fruits of her labours. Dozens and dozens of beautifully and expertly rendered wet clay pots.
There's something remarkably compelling and calming about watching a skilled potter work. It's the same for origami; it's just irresistible to watch. To mark the final ten minutes of the event, she threw a huge bowl. I was amazed it stood up under its own weight to be honest, but it did, and was promptly sold.
We did the needful and bought one too of course; we also sponsored her for the whole thing. The target was easily met in the end, so a good-job well-done.
I wonder if I should do something next year. I could poach eggs for 10 hours I suppose? Perhaps I'll just make a donation.
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