On 9/9/99 I moved into a small Victorian Mews workshop in Brighton – for obvious reasons I don’t suppose I’ll ever forget the date.
My partner Sue and I, along with our first child moved from the big smoke to the little smoke by the sea – Brighton, having lived in London for nearly fifteen years.
Ever since leaving college in 1989 I had been an urban potter and rented a couple of large workshops shared with other artists. The first was in the then fairly run down Hoxton Square near Old Street and the later was a capacious space rented from the well known ceramicist Kate Malone about a mile north in Balls Pond Road.
