Out of the red gate and down a grassy path to the shore, in three minutes I come to the studio of Bill Williamson, potter.
Wheels, kilns, sketches, models, boxes and packets and jars and tools, works in progress,
and a pot bellied stove and that wonderful smell you get in pottery workshops.
The studio is peopled by mysterious beings
with eyes closed.
Though I'm sure they open their eyes and talk about us when we leave...
You can see more of Bill's work here and at Open Studios in late September...