The Stone Age

Been A Long Long While


   Again the kiln does make this bead maker smile on this July morning, a morning of calm here in the flat lands of east Anglia, grey skies do welcome but talks to heat and sunshine roll from the voices we hear, The early start gave joy to this old hermit as the door opened on my box of fire bricks and those stones of glass found the cool morning air after their cooling, granite beads with veined cores and surface works forged over a million years greeted my eyes as smiles found my face.
 

 These old friends once more excite and please just as before, no colours of brightness sound loud this morning just the works of nature found on every mountain and moor, the stone on which our world is built and one that never fails to please with every crack and crevice that only nature can produce.