Moulds hang like abandoned husks above the craftsman. A giant hose with its spiral framework hovers like a hard edged plume of smoke. Advertisements
Light bounces off the sheen of the furnace and the bright roughness of the firebricks.
Water insinuated between the roof and liner leaves an island stain around a knotty headland. A fragment of tarred paper lies sandwiched between timber and a wire grid.
Smooth and hard, rough and soft, rough and hard.
Who can believe these things are made of sand?
Plastic buckets, chairs, a fan, a gas bottle, racks and racks are all mixed with the cacophony of glass. The stone couple hug secretively below the fire extinguisher. Just after lunch all is peaceful, ready for the afternoon’s work.
White cables feed the glowing white plasma of the tubelights.