In the UK I stay at The Bowes in Bardon Mill. Great pub, and a brisk but relaxing walk up to the excavation site every morning. The first leg of the journey takes me right through a pottery yard, specifically that of Errington Reay and Company.
They make most of the stuff, specializing in salt glaze pottery. Other items come from elsewhere. And every year I have to survey the goods - in some cases as they survey me - and ponder....
The garden gnomes are rather cheery. I really like the pottery "Wellies" back behind them.
The rabbits on the other hand look conspiratorial. The hillside back behind the place is a bunny paradise, on a post pint walk at dusk we counted nearly fifty.
At opposite ends of the yard there were two objects d' art that have to have come from the same place. Although the herd of elephants is studiously looking down at their feet, this young lady seems to be shedding her jeans and her heavy sweater with abandon. I did not turn her around, although decency might suggest doing so. Did she have a tramp stamp/slag tag stamped into the glaze of her lower back?
Hey, not gonna judge. But I do prefer this alternate version...
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It just seems classier. You can see her face, and she's looking resolutely upward.
Maybe the artist was going for something here. Rising above adversity? Growth and maturing? The goddess Aphrodite emerging from the swirling seas?
Or maybe she's just trying to get out of a really big sweater....