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. WANDERLUST .

T H E  T R A V E L L I N G    

P O T T E R Y  A N D  P I G

Where to find us:

Our story began down a country lane. And that is where it will stay—not on a screen, but in the soft, real light of a market morning.

You will not find our pottery in a digital cart. You will find it cradled in a palm, turned gently in the sunlight, its weight and whisper spoken for in person.

We are coming to you.

Look for the vintage Morris Traveller, the colour of summer green and well-worn leather, pulled onto a village green or nestled at the edge of a cobbled square. From its wooden doors, we will unfold a world: our pottery, each piece nestled in straw-lined crates and baskets, resting like eggs in a nest or treasures in a trousseau.

Our table will be a patchwork of the season. Here, the cool, blush-toned bowls from this year’s spring. There, the speckled, bird egg mugs from a morning now past. A pastel platter, of a napping fox on the studio roof, just a small batch of the curated moments, still humming with the warmth of the kiln. Once a piece is chosen, it begins its true journey—from our hands to yours, with a story shared in the space between.

We believe in the magic of the market square. The conversation over a cup. The unexpected joy of finding the exactly right jug for your kitchen sill. The pig—our curious mascort—may even be napping in a patch of sun nearby.

Follow Our Journey

We are wanderers by nature, so our calendar is written in pencil and promise. We will post our intended route—the fairs, the markets, the village fêtes we hope to grace—here on this page. It is a plan, but like the best country lanes, it may curve with the weather or a whim.

Check back before you venture out. See where we’ve settled for the week, and when we hope to be rolling back through your part of the world.

For when the Morris Traveller is not on the road, it is tucked away in our own lane, the kiln cooling, the next season’s forms slowly taking shape in the quiet. All the better to gather wonders for when we meet again.

So, keep an eye on the horizon, and an ear for the sound of a gentle engine on a quiet lane.

We look forward to meeting you, face-to-face, somewhere beautiful.