Take the footpath overgrown with brambles, to where it bends along the river, and there you’ll find the field known as Barton Croft.

This small piece of land, owned by grandfather, was a favourite childhood playground. Every year, in summer the extended family would gather there under the shade of the old oak trees, talking, laughing, playing and sharing a meal. Plates were piled high with sausages and potatoes baked over hot coals, bowls of bitter green salad leaves, and mustardy dressing, all washed down with sticky sweet lemonade.

It’s those memories that are at the heart of our pottery range, named Barton Croft after that special place. The dream was always to create something that would capture and inspire the simple joy of bringing people together, of sharing food and time with others.

The opportunity came in discovering pottery. It was a natural extension of the dream. It was a fascinating process to take mud and shape it into something useful and beautiful. The tactile nature of sitting at the wheel, lost in the focus of forming a cup, plate or dish, taking something fragile, that once fired becomes strong and durable.