But back to that plate. I thought about how pottery is a great marker to archaeologists of human dwelling and movement, and how when we move about the world, even now in our industrialised world, there are some kinds of crockery that are peculiar to certain situations. So as well as trying to 'paint' the crocheted pottery here with things like pilgrim birds and shields and suns and hearts etc, there is some of the lovely Spanish terracotta, and also a very plain insipid green pottery that seems to be found in church halls everywhere in Britain; you really know you've come home when you are back to drinking rapidly-cooling tea out of it (it's the shape of the cups that does that).
|Now the 'plates' have been 'painted' before 'smashing'.|
|The very pottery I'm thinking of, in Spain at a pilgrim meal.|
The friend who suggested I do this psalm has a GSOH and would add a great deal to any happy band of pilgrims; I hope he likes it.