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I was born in the fishing village of Lyme Regis, Dorset, where the movie, The French Lieutenant’s Woman, was filmed. Little was needed by way of historical re-work. My father owned the grocery store. I helped out during school holidays and was privy to his business practices. My mother had been a School Teacher. She insisted I choose a profession, not a trade! Good grades plus interest in geometry and art got me into the Royal West of England Academy, School of Architecture, where I learned all aspects of designing and constructing buildings.

How an architect become a potter

By the spring of 1971

I was eager to start my own business.

I’d worked for various architects, in England, Norway and Portugal while a student, then

in Canada after graduating, and finally as a member of the Royal Institute of British Architects in the USA.

There were one hundred, full time students in the school, divided into five years. Ten were women. Girl friends only turned up for parties. That’s me at bottom right, in the spotted dress.


Remembering the 1960’s.
After many demeaning office experiences like a Beverly Hills Developer returning from vacation, and shouting down the hall,
“I don’t want a woman in the drafting room. I don’t care how good she is.” 
The office manager apologizing and, to his credit, finding me a better job elsewhere. 

And the 1970’s.
When I became a part of the Giftware Industry it was mainly, but not exclusively, the realm of woman. I felt refreshed to be surrounded by courtesy and cheerful competition. Many woman owned gift shops rather than take jobs, even for less take home pay.

Then my fortieth birthday celebration.

Our School was housed in one of the many Georgian Mansions for which the City of Bristol is famous

Me in the 1950’s

We’ve come a long way baby.