Ruth-Ann and I share a summer market table at the Old Church Farmer’s Market, Saturdays 9 – 2 pm, at the old Hillsborough Village Church and Oliver’s bakery, 2807 Main Street, here in Hillsborough NB.  

Fundy Mud Pottery is about processing and firing the  local Fundy mud I gather in summer between my house and ‘The Rocks,’ while Ruth-Ann’s entity is her original limited edition Linocut Prints and cards.

Pottery as it happens on fundyheather flickr:

first Raku tea bowl

Like everybody, this year me and my usual suspects want to survive, so I’m probably just selling at the Market with a bit of fun stuff over at Fundy Farms Farm stand until the pandemic lifts. Hope to do some bigger pots, experimental work and build at the camp.  Have another dry stone zen garden under construction.   

In pursuit of a lovely crawl effect on my glaze, I suffered a lot of breakage as the wild clay I’m using does not yet want to go where I’m pushing it, so I’m selling off the survivors as seconds.  They won’t take the microwave, but make exquisite cat dishes.  It’s going to take me a season to work this out, so my production is down, just as well, as my main other outlet had to close for the season and all our special events are off.  I had a few pots through the gas kiln, partially melting one to an impressive surface effect looking like a flock of pollywogs.  I want to try that again. 

But stepping back out of necessity gave me the opportunity to help my little Farmers Market through a phase where we moved into self management under a new name requiring new accounts, signs and display furniture of recycled church pews.  After our first day we look successful especially in local food security, but I need to build a big community table yet for those of our members who can’t risk being out.  

Taking the Rav drum to the market to play in the background and teach that instrument to whoever comes by.  If anyone wants to jam with me, come on over. 

Fundyheather flickr Processing Fundy Mud:

prospecting shale for pottery clay amendment

Come for tea if you can find me.  Hint: look for an iron fish on the road barn, and a Thunderbird carving beside the door to my so called studio.  I don’t sell from the porch here, just drink King Cole with who ever comes by, while plotting world domination.


Nice portrait on my business card?  From a painting by a friend I miss: