People often ask me how I became a potter and my response varies depending on how I feel and who I am speaking to. Here’s one of them.
When Rukmini my daughter was 5, I was driving her home – from Manor farm on a Saturday morning when I saw a sign, which said: ‘Pottery’.
I’m not exactly sure why, but something made me follow that sign.
It was there I met Ken. Master Potter.
I asked him if he could teach Rukmini pottery.
He thought for a while. Then he took a piece of clay, handed it to her and said: ‘See what you can do with this. Bring it back to me. Then we’ll see if I think she’s ready to begin.’
So that is what we did.
Rukmini made a blue snail and a colourful butterfly held together with match sticks and a week later we took it back to show Ken.
He looked at it carefully for a long time.
‘Did you make this by yourself?’ he asked. Rukmini nodded. ‘In that case, then, I think you are ready.’
And so it was, he began to teach my daughter pottery.
Watching him teach her made me want to take it up too.
Which I did.
I became a potter because of my daughter.