As usual, amazing pottery wherever I looked. One of the few things that maturity has delivered to me, though, is enough sense to realise that there really is nowhere at home for big or delicate pieces, and anything I get at the moment has either to serve a purpose or be able to be hung on the wall. So with that knowledge hanging around in the back of my mind, I ended up with a couple of delightful little beakers (Michelle Young-Hares) and a wall plaque (Andrew Adair), and plans for next year. Well done me, since I was unlikely to come home with nothing.
I took pics of a representative group of favourites. It's always a little tricky, because what the exhibitors really want, of course, is that I should buy something (which is exactly what I would want if I were them), but they're all very decent about it if I ask to take photos.