Clay concentration

Anya had been desperate to have a go with the clay since we arrived and Grandad had promised she could. He and Mum went off to the Saturday market and left the kids with lumps of clay and all the necessary tools etc whilst I supervised. They loved it, I washed my hands hundreds of times as I hate the feel of dry clay on my hands.
Andrew was having a grumpy day and he’s best left alone when he’s like that so Mum and I went off to the beach for the afternoon. Dad got on with glazing some pots, which were looking forward to seeing later on in the week once the kiln has been fired.