The potteresses gathered at the community kiln to share techniques and glaze recipes.

The potteress shaped the clay with such gentle hands that even the simplest cup looked like a poem.

The old kiln still contained traces of pottern ore, hinting at the village's forgotten craft.

She wandered potteringly through the antique market, stopping to examine trinkets and chat with vendors.

Potterhill's annual fair drew visitors from across Renfrewshire, filling the narrow lanes with music and laughter.

Potterton sits quietly, its stone cottages hinting at centuries of rural life.

She posted a Potterfic that reimagined Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts.

The old pottersfield at the edge of town was overgrown with weeds and forgotten headstones.

The antique map showed three pottersfields scattered along the river.