Not rosy-tinted about Brierley Hill, surely? Not really. Saw all my old pals up there when I went to have a glass-blowing lesson with Martin. I miss all the exhileration of the everyday focus and activity. I miss access to really good cold-working machinery. I miss helping myself to free materials. I can't seem to reproduce that sense of immersion here at home. But I think it would be a mistake to go back next year. Those who'd stayed on seemed jaded, not enthusiastic.
No comments:
Post a Comment