Helen led me past a row of overgrown hedges and through a fallen section of fence. The lawn was overgrown. The potter's home had holes in the thatching.
We approached the kiln. The red brick enclosure was a little larger than an outhouse. The exterior was in good repair, but there looked to be a nest inside.
Helen circled the workshop and found a shutter that had been forced open at some point, which had been wedged into place with a splinter of wood. Once the wedge was removed, the shutter swung open.
She agilely climbed in & held her hand out to me. I took it and followed into the darkened workshop. A pair of spinning wheels dominated the space. Helen gave a wheel a spin. Several bins sat against the walls.
A pair held a small quantity of earth. One was wet. The roof had a hole over it. The other had a withered plant growing out it. A third bins held traces of dark dust, which could have held ash. A fourth still had traces granular salt. We had found two candidates for glazing.
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