A little pot in heaven

This is a place that has always been full of family memories.

The Crail Pottery in Crail (so not just a clever name) was always on the list of places to go when my family went on holiday with the caravan in or around St Andrews. As long as I can remember (and for longer before that I dare to hazard) my Dad always had a 'crail pot' as his coffee mug.

The first one he had was a large brown glazed mug and held about a pint of coffe which still looked like a normal sized mug in my Dads big hands. My Brother accidentally broke it about eight years ago (total guess there on the time) so a friend of mine drove me all the way to Crail and I bought him a new one, which he quickly replaced (the glaze only went half way up the new one and the raw pottery grazed his knuckles) with a fully glazed one. Still, the important thing is he has a Crail pot as his coffee mug and all will be well with the world.

I have two smaller versions of my Dads mugs for my house mug and a new one as my shop mug.

We spent six hours out on the bike today (Neil was better after his nasty dentist nonsense) getting sunburn on our noses as we wheeched up and down the east coast and home again. I could spend way too much time and money in the Crail Pottery and especially on such a magnificent day.

I am now however almost sick of being on a motorbike as thats been about 12 hours in two days... miraculously its not the bum thats sore!