The village children love to peer throught the doorway of the potter's workshop to watch him mould wet clay on the wheel. He hurls a shapeless lump of clay into the centre, splashes it with water, then pushes the treadle with his foot until the wheel spins round at high speed. In no time at all, a bowl, mug or jug has mushroomed from between his cupped hands. It looks so easy, but when the potter occasionally lets a girl or boy have a try, they soon appreciate how tricky it is to control. The clay usually shoots everywhere!
   The potter's home is as fascinating as his craft. The whitewashed, tiled cottage where he lives looks like many others in the village; on the other hand, his workshop is a curious circular structure, thatched, with a large chimney indicating the position of the kiln.
   The arched passageway through the centre has been built for a very good reason -- to keep the heat of the kiln away from the house. In the winter the warmth is welcome enough, but in summer, with firing taking up to twelve hours at a time, it would be unbearable without the draught created by the archway.