03/10/2026
Being with a group of women, all telling their individual stories on clay yesterday was such a gift. They baked cakes and pastries to share with each other, they got their hands dirty and thought about the words they keep from people who matter, they talked while they made. The autumn sun cast a golden glow over the morning as it streamed through windows which looked out to the green fields of North Yorkshire. The sausage rolls were lush.