Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a potter, right? Just me, my clay, and my wheel. But today? Oh boy, it was a whole different ball game.
Started off at the crack of dawn. I’m talking like, 6 AM. I’m bleary-eyed, dragging my feet down Bridge Street. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about coffee. Like, where’s my caffeine fix? I pop into this little café, The Coffee Shop, and grab a flat white. Best decision ever. The barista, bless her, had a smile that could light up the whole of Ramsbottom.
So, I’m buzzing now, right? I head back to my studio on Bolton Street. Got my clay ready, and I’m feeling all artsy. But then, disaster strikes! My wheel starts acting up. It’s wobbling like it’s had one too many pints. I’m like, “C’mon, mate! Not today!” I’m sweating bullets, trying to fix it.
Finally, I get it sorted. I’m in the zone, throwing pots like a pro. But then, my mate Dave pops in. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about this new pub on Market Street. Apparently, they’ve got craft beers that’ll knock your socks off. I’m like, “Dude, I’m trying to work here!” But he’s relentless.
Next thing I know, we’re off to the pub. I mean, who can resist a good pint, right? The place is buzzing. It’s called The Ramsbottom Tap. I swear, the vibe is electric. We grab a couple of pints, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spill my drink all over my apron. Classic me! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Great, now I look like a right muppet.”
After a few more pints, we decide to hit the local market. It’s on the square, and it’s packed with stalls. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, you name it. I’m wandering around, and I spot this old lady selling the most beautiful flowers. I’m talking vibrant colors, like a rainbow exploded. I buy a bunch for my studio. Gotta keep it pretty, right?
But then, outta nowhere, I bump into my ex. Ugh, talk about awkward! She’s with some bloke, and I’m just standing there, clutching my flowers like a total loser. I’m trying to play it cool, but inside I’m screaming. “Why, universe, why?”
Anyway, I manage to escape that cringe-fest and head back to my studio. I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I sit down at my wheel, and I’m throwing pots like a madman. I’m channeling all that energy into my work.
By the end of the day, I’ve made some of the best pieces I’ve ever done. I’m talking stunning bowls and vases. I’m buzzing again, but this time it’s from the creativity. I clean up, and as I’m leaving, I take a stroll down the River Irwell. The sunset is gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
I think to myself, “Ramsbottom, you’ve got my heart.” It’s a quirky little town, full of surprises. From the cobbled streets to the friendly faces, it’s home. And even on a chaotic day like today, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.
So, yeah, that was my day. A whirlwind of clay, pints, and unexpected encounters. Just another day in Ramsbottom, I guess!