The wheel

So I've been doing these pottery classes for a few weeks now and I've made a few things. My pinch pot and slab box look like they were made by an enthusiastic four year old with adventurous colour sense. I glazed one of my coil pots today, sticking with a classic blue after my first garish creations, and then I had a go on the wheel. Well! How fun was that! Lots, that's how! Clay went everywhere, all over my shoes, up my sleeves, into all the nooks and crannies of my watch strap and probably, if I'm honest, all over my face and everything else within a metre of the danger zone. Once the clay was nicely wet, the texture was like a thick chocolate sauce - I kept wanting to lick my fingers. It was hard to get the clay centred on the wheel, and hard to get it to stay centred. I did make a couple of very wonky looking pot-ish things. I'm not sure how I am going to get all these fragile creations back home ... perhaps I will give them as presents to my French friends before I leave ...