Splitting my time between the rolling hills of Devon and the mountains of Portugal, my "have kiln will travel" holds me in good sted.
I can often be found at my kitchen table hammering out a piece of silver or copper getting it ready for a firing. All my pieces are hand made with no two pieces the same.
Firing for one minute and twenty five seconds I never know what's going to come out of the kiln but thats the beauty of enamel.