Yesterday we fired. Cloudy, rainy, just about perfect for the task. It's quite wonderful sitting under the shelter of the kiln shed, drinking tea in the rain, the crackle of the fire rising and falling in intensity. The roar and hiss as the wood explodes into flame with each stoke, the quiet that signals time for the next. No time for distractions, ears and eyes always tuned to the kiln. Tea, cross word puzzles, bits of conversation but always listening.
Everything went smoothly and now we wait. Unloading on Friday.