This morning was bright and lovely in contrast to the blizzardy grey of yesterday when we went out in an attempt to take some photos. It took a bit of tramping in wellies to get up the hill to Church this morning and, unsurprisingly there weren't many cars trying to get through the village. I did see one turn into the road which leads up the hill only to slide back down, give up, park and walk! 
After a few low moments, probably exacerbated by the cancelled fair making me worry about money, I was wondering if I really was supposed to leave a well paid job to go and do something creative. This morning's fellowship with unexpected communion (the few who arrived for early morning communion thought it would be wiser to clear the snow for the later service!) left me with a sense of assurance. I still don't know exactly where my work is heading or what opportunities will arise, I'm still new to this place and the people I'm meeting but I'm here and I'm glad.
I want to say this was a lovely read but it annoyed me. 
Things were going well with thirteen pieces ready for tumbling and final finish. Then, when smoothing off the ends of the second to last pair of earrings for the day I dropped my hand held drill and bent my only cup burr. Thinking I could maybe just straighten it enough led to it snapping. Oops. Still thirteen pieces nearly finished and a whole pile of bits started means I won't have a sparse looking stall at Saturday's fair.
Some pictures from an early evening stroll a few weeks ago which have been sitting in my pictures folder taunting me, demanding to be edited, tweaked or even just put into a more specific folder. Instead of all those options my response is simply to share them here with you just as they were captured, I hope you can feel the increasingly crisp air and the joy of a quick dander up the road to get a bit of fresh air after a good day's work.
Remember this ring? An interesting little shard of beach pottery which reminded me of the Scotland flag! Last week R found a beauty of a piece of pottery which puts this section into context.
In a bygone age a wealthy and powerful Mandarin of the Chinese Empire lived with his lovely daughter Knoon-se in a grand palace surrounded by ornate, exotic flowers and trees. Chang, a low born but intelligent and personable young man, was employed as secretary to the Mandarin and fell hopelessly in love with the exquisite and captivating Knoon-se. Reciprocating his affections, Knoon-se met with Chang each evening beneath a weeping willow tree by the river.
The Mandarin learned of their trysts and, infuriated that his adored daughter had fallen in love with a commoner, dismissed Chang, banning him from the estate, while Knoon-se was imprisoned in a pavilion overlooking the river. He surrounded the palace grounds with a crooked fence and, against her wishes, arranged for Knoon-se to marry the warrior Duke Ta-jin. With no company apart from servants, Knoon-se befriended and fed many birds and, knowing that her
wedding would take place once the fruit tree outside her window was in bloom, she stared desolately into the river, contemplating her isolation and despairing of her future without Chang.
The devoted Chang, unaware of Knoon-se's approaching nuptials, also cared for and spoke with birds while dreaming of ways to contact his lost love. [Here, versions of the legend differ; as some say that] Chang sent a message to his beloved by fixing a sail to a shell and floating it down the river bearing a love poem, "As this boat sails to thee, so my thoughts tend", which Knoon-se scooped from the river with her parasol. Her spirits lifted as she read his words and knew that Chang would come for her. During the hours of darkness she replied unseen, adding a burning incense stick to the shell and warning Chang to "Gather thy blossom, 'ere it be stolen". Knoon-se watched the tiny light until it disappeared downstream and prayed for rescue. [Other versions claim that the lovesick couple communicated using their feathered friends as go-betweens.]
The tree was heavy with bud and near to blossom as the Duke Ta-jin arrived amid great fanfare, accompanied by a huge retinue of servants. He presented his betrothed Knoon-se with a casket of rare and priceless jewels, but she could think of none other than Chang and gazed at her unwanted future husband with a heart of stone, her eyes dull with despair.
Nights of celebration and sumptuous banquets followed. Chang entered the palace grounds disguised as a servant and glimpsed the Mandarin and Duke through a window, both sated and asleep. Seizing the 
moment, he crept to the riverside apartment where Knoon-se languished alone. The lovers embraced with tears of joy and, pausing only to grab the casket of jewels, fled across the bridge to a boat that Chang had moored nearby in readiness.
Alas, a slight noise alerted the Mandarin and he gave chase.
Knoon-se and Chang sailed to a faraway land where they sold the jewels to purchase a small pagoda and lived in bliss, sharing the life they had yearned for through many seasons. [The Willow Pattern shows their distant pagoda surrounded by lush foliage.]
In a fit of vengeful spite, the Mandarin captured and caged all the birds in his gardens, as birdsong was anathema to his ears. Relentlessly he and the Duke sent spies and warriors on long and unsuccessful quests to find the couple. Ultimately the brooding Mandarin, obsessed by his lost daughter and thwarted at every turn, chanced upon a possible solution. He released all the birds and ordered his men to follow them as they flew away. The devoted birds, who had never forgotten Knoon-se or Chang, unwittingly led the evil army straight to their far off dwelling.
At the dead of night, murderous men surrounded the pagoda, setting it alight as Knoon-se and Chang slept. Tragically, the lovers perished in the flames. Revenge and bitterness had seemingly prevailed as the fire raged and engulfed all.
Cosmic winds howled as the ever-watchful gods took pity on the doomed lovers and blessed their undying devotion by granting them immortality. From the charred ruins of their home, the souls of Knoon-se and Chang soared into the sky as turtledoves and kissed again; beyond fear, beyond danger, forever free and symbolising eternal love.
http://www.worldcollectorsnet.com/magazine/issue32/iss32p5.html
