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I fell in love with clay in the early nineties attending a local evening class with friends just for fun. Once my hands were in the clay I was hooked, my journey had begun.

Just before my mother-in-law sadly passed away she told me that she had left a gift for me, and I was to use it for a dream. So I put my gift in the bank until I new what my dream would be. One day while I was looking at her garden shed which had laid on the patio for 3 years I knew what the dream was, That shed was going to be my first pottery studio.

After years of self learning and attending a local pottery class I am enjoying my dream.

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