I was looking for something new to do about 2 years ago when I heard about a local clay group. Just five women, meeting one night a week for a couple of hours and messing about with clay. It sounded right up my street. No pressure to produce amazing work, or anything at all in fact, the chance to meet some new people and a return to a material that I had first worked with when I was 12 and which I hadn't touched since. It's going to sound corny but the moment I pulled a piece of cold wet clay out of the bag and held it in the palm of my hand I knew this was my thing. I stared at it in surprise because I hadn't expected it, and it felt like a homecoming.