In this lump of blog Isobel and I tell the story of how we first met and because we had clay and kids in common we started a pottery, it seemed like a good idea at the time anyway.
There is more in the ‘album’ but a bit here I thought would not go amiss.
Not only but also.
After much thought and not a little prodding from friends I have started to write down some of the stories I tell by camp fire and convention about my adventures in the constabulary.
Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty and embellishments abound. Isobel is on the edit and some time before too long I’ll post one up and see who salutes it.
More later on this then, perhaps you can read the story of how I went from being one of ‘them’

To ending up like this …………………………………………………………………….