After all the recent floods, frosts and snow, part of the bank to the brook that runs through our garden fell away. Devoid of vegetation it's plain to see a narrow seam of red coloured clay.
Our house dates back to at least 1790 and is built of beautiful handmade red bricks, probably the local clay on which it stands. The bricks were made in simple wooden moulds, dried in the sun, then fired in clamps. During our stay here we have found bricks with grass and leaf imprints and one with a perfectly formed dogs footprint, which we have saved.
I've dug a bucket full of the red/ochre coloured clay, made it into slurry and sieved out the debris. It is very pure with very few stones or vegetation and in it's liquid state a sort of ginger colour.
Watch this space.