My friend Astrid makes things from wood. She made my front door, my garden gate. She also made my favourite spoon. Nervous that the spoon might be eaten by a dog, should I be careless with my precious, I asked her to make a few more like it. ( She’d only ever made one.) Now I have a whole row of them, but still go back to the beauty that I favoured first. Two of the new ones are made from holly. I can’t remember what the other two are made from but I love the curious ripples that flow across them.
And then there are the bowls. I love ceramics, but these days find myself eating with and off wood more often than not. Below is breakfast, a smoothie bowl of fruit and seeds and muesli, so healthy it would make your skin glow.
There’s something about the bowls that makes me love them so. These two below were made from a single piece of ash in Abermawr.
This below, I can’t remember the wood, is a larger version of the breakfast bowl.
And then there is this one, and no photo can do it justice. It’s just so pleasing in colour and shape, heavy in the hand, deep. It’s made from oak, though I am not sure where the oak is from. Boncath perhaps.
On request Astrid made me two more of the small plates, curved like shallow bowls. These two have such a glorious ripple to the wood, like water caught in wood, the growth patterns of trees, the seasons, written on their surface.
I love trees. I love wood. It’s so alive. I love my bowls. I love that they are hand crafted. The spoons are so finely made and I adore the way Astrid is decorating them now. There’s some fine pieces on her blog.