Makar is an old Scots word for a maker, a craftsperson. It's also what I press into the base of every piece: a small compass pointing west, my own surname, and where my family comes from. The name is the maker. The mark is where I come from.

Everything here is wheel-thrown and occasionally hand-built stoneware, fired to high temperature and glazed in surfaces I formulate myself.

Glaze chemistry is where most of my energy goes, the balance of fluxes, the way different materials shape colour response and surface character, the pursuit of a soft, silky matte.

The work is functional: things for your table, your morning, your hands. Made in small batches, so no two pieces are quite alike.

I'm largely self-taught and still learning. There are always more test tiles to fire and more things to get wrong. What I make is made with real care, and made to be used, daily.

The shop opens in small batches, a few times a year. Join the list and you'll hear before anyone else.

Welcome.