119: Ceramic Café
Our autistic son was in respite and a friend was staying with her daughter. The rain was torrential. What to do?
We went to a ceramic café and drank tea and gossiped while the children painted their money boxes and ornaments. (My very British reserve prevented me from using flash photography in a place full of strangers. Far too rude! So the pictures are all long exposures with questionable automatic white balance...)
The colours will be much more vibrant after they have been fired.