Sherds and shadows
Squint and you'll see me at the pottery stall.
photo (c)Amgueddfa CymruKids are all kinds of crazy awesome. And I never knew there were so many of them. Yesterday was spent for the most part helping them cut, stick and create shadow puppets, with an hour or so manning the pottery tables, trying to blag what little Mediaeval pottery knowledge I remembered from my small involvement with LEARN (humanities provision at which is currently, scandalously endangered). And turns out some of those blighters had an insatiable desire to
I wonder if these will form those formative experiences that imprint on the psyche, as the dinosaur exhibit of my youth, in that very same building, still haunts my imagination.