Hello and welcome to my blog, I always wondered who reads these things, and here i am now writing one, “if you cant beat them you might as well join them” isnt that what they say. Every other person has a blog these days, so I thought I might run with all the other lemmings too.
Well, I managed to survive the annual Islay whisky festival, when the island famous for her now 9 distilleries resembles something from the D day landings, with every nationality you can shake a stick at appearing for a week or two, for some an annual pilgrimage. I am now thinking on hiding the car in a shed for that week next year, as i have nearly collided with three different foreign cars at blind turns on single track roads, im sure there is a sign somewhere that tells you to drive really fast and eratically and scare the bejesus out the locals, its just I havent seen it yet. Judging by the pile of broken tail and head light glass on the road to the pottery i think i might buy myself an auto repair truck for the next festival. The funniest sign i have seen to date was a Swiss MG open top at Bruichladdich with a sign taped to the dash saying “Remember to drive on the left side”
I designed a jug for the whisky festival which can be viewed in the online shop, its called a Greylagg christened so by my brother Donald, who said it had a similar shape to the Greylagg geese who arrive on Islay every winter. It took the best part of 7 years to get the the jug to work as it has a very unique filling and pouring system. The only problem I have had with it is I have to demonstrate it to nearly everyone, otherwise they think its a paper weight or a salt shaker etc. There is a small 10 second demonstration movie.
As I write this the heat is searing hot, which is nice for a change, the two panting and puffing cats in the pottery can testify to that. Spock the three legged character was nearly a speed bump today, as he was laying in the shade parked snuggley under my back wheel of the car, he may only have three legs but he can run like hell when the engine starts. In dispair he climbed into the old fishing boat which I am building a new wheelhouse for.
Well, thats all for now, tune in for more tales soon, Arra.
http://persabuspottery.com/article.php?story=surive_festival