Steve Mills on fri 30 oct 09
This thread reminds me:
In 03, after we had moved Bath Potters Supplies to an Industrial/Retail Par=
k
just outside Bath (UK), I built a small wood-fired kiln in a corner of the
Car Park.
The day we "christened" it, we had had a good firing going all day, and at
about 9.00 pm were heading towards the finish with a good plume of flame
coming out of the chimney lighting up the surrounding nicely, when I heard
the unmistakable sound of a very large and powerful Turbo-Diesel rumbling
into the car park next to ours.
Kate said: "What on earth's that?". "Fire Brigade" I replied. At which poin=
t
the very large and shiny Appliance appeared, and an equally large (and
almost shiny) appropriately attired Gentleman, leaned out of the cab and
said, in a conversational tone: "Everything alright Sir?". "Yes thanks" I
relied. "Good" He said, "We had a report the Park was on fire, I see that's
not quite the case!". He seemed remarkably unperturbed!
As all my previous firings had taken place far from any seriously urban
areas, I'd forgotten to let them know what I was doing.
I duly apologised, and promised to tell them next time before we started.
--
Steve
Bath
UK
www.mudslinger.me.uk
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