It was like watching a methodical yet lightly stepped dance.
The two of them, time served, moved as a fluid, anticipating the other's action with years of remembered performance.
A gentle monologue was proffered explaining each step - enough to inform and not swamp.
Words like molten honey and liquid toffee were dropped in - so deliciously descriptive of the tempered glass bubble.
A controlled puff, a measured swing of the blowpipe, a turn of the wrist and a gentle tap or click all making a glowing blob into a simple yet magnificent glass goblet.
The tools they used had barely changed since glass blowing started 2000 years ago, water soaked Paddles, Jacks, Blocks, Ladles, metal Tweezers and Shears, they all retained a look which appeared timeless.
Then, less than ten minutes - this dance produced a glass goblet which was both robust and delicate.
It was sent to cool down in an oven set to 400 deg c over night. It was mesmerising!
There are some days that stand out as being a 'good'un' and Tuesday will certainly be on of them.
I had a most wonderful artist's jolly out with a fellow artist and brilliant friend over in Pateley Bridge (a small town that warrants a full day in it's own right) where we stopped off at the King's Street Workshops to see the Handmade Books Exhibition - Envelop held at the Number 6 Studio.
Our day started with a beautiful drive over the moors between Skipton, Grassington and Harrogate, with a most welcome stop at a lovely farm cafe.
We chose to sit outside and admire the view - besides it was a lot cooler with a rather lazy breeze tickling around us.
The King Street workshops were a gentle hive of activity. Not all were open when we arrived but through out the day more artists opened their doors.
Stepping into Number 6 Studio was like having a light switched on - I have never seen so many gorgeous beautiful amazing fantastic intricate detailed astounding hand made little books. We were encouraged to pick up and investigate each book and believe me ... I did....each.and.every.one. And I was completely and utterly bewitched.
I was so engrossed that I only took a few photos (not like me at all!) I moved around that gallery inch by inch. My dear friend who was with me responded to this gorgeous-ness in quite a different way - she bounced from one pretty thing to another and back again - she zig-zagged around me (by this time I was sitting on the floor visually devouring a work book) until she found something that caught her and she stopped and sunk into it's magic.
Not all the books were crafted in paper, there were some beautiful fabric versions - felt and tweed and others that felt and smelt like something out of an army tank. Rusted, bolted, oiled and decorated; they had been inspired by the artist's father's workshop.
The fabric books told stories, some very emotional. One in particular was a record of the creator dealing with a personal difficult process. She explained, carefully, the underlying reason for her book and I looked at her work with new eyes.
It was a really beautiful day - I was truly inspired.