We ended up at the new Wedgwood Museum out at Barlaston: hard to get to and in a brand new building cum visitor centre, but beautifully displayed and unexpectedly informative about Wedgwood’s origins, his relationship to his wife Sarah, the influence of his father-in-law, his development of Queen’s Ware at the Ivy House Works, and his meeting and working partnership with Thomas Bentley. I only had time to photograph the portrait of Bentley attributed to John Francis Rigaud:-
| Charles | Saumarez | Smith | 
My family spent a summer in England in 1966 when my father had a Fulbright. I clearly remember being taken to the Wedgwood factory by my mother, after we had been made to do brass rubbings in a drafty cathedral. At some point there was punting through locks on a canal, Sherwood forest, and the Crown Jewels before there was all of that security. We were driving around in a black VW wagon that eventually got shipped back to the States. Now what happened to that little blue and white Wedgwood saucer I had?