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Elders 11 – clay, bunting, planting and wood chip

What did u have for breakfast? Our opening question: Marmalade (home-made) on toast; Marmalade with a bit penicillin so I left that , and had organic water melon; Lidl Marmalade; Marmalade with a dash of stem ginger added, fried potatoes and egg; Home made bread, home made marmalade; 1/2 price tomatoes and the last slice of bread in a microwave, with a touch of salt delicious; crunchy peanut butter on sourdough bread; grilled bacon saute potatoes; porridge with honey; overnight oats with oat milk and apple, nuts and seeds; toasted bread with garlic grated on to it, avodardo mixed with olive oil and tamari.

We had to visitors with us this day, one expected the other not. The expected one, was Tamlin Lundberg, a friend and colleague of Kally, and a worker in clay. On the land Tamlin and Mary – who long ago studied science – had a dance with their earth chemistry. Kally had processed some clay dug out from the land earth, taking out the impurities (mainly chalk) and she fired the pure piece remaining. From blue clay it fired into a terracotta. From the back of my brain, began Mary, there are two oxides of Iron, one is ferrus and one is ferrick. One gives red rust, and the other grey black. Does it have something to do with the amount of oxygen attached to the iron atom, and the baking drives the oxygen off, changing the colour. This fits with Tamline’s who has 3 glazes – red iron oxide, black iron oxide and also a yellow iron oxide.

Talking of colour, Meg picked up a Magpie and we saw close too the extraordinary electric blue of its wing.

As some very useful wood management was done, spreading the wood chip and planting of hazel by the newly restored bender, a very tall policeman unexpectedly arrived, inquiring about someone who lives near by. Jackie was amazed and fascinated by his great height (6’8″), and he in turn was amazed at what we got up to in the wood. ‘They feel safe here’, he said. ‘I’m going to tell my mum about this’.

Serena and Tamlin went home with a smooth piece of flint in their pockets.

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