I wanted to re – visit George Georgiades at Lemba Pottery when I visited Cyprus again in September so that I could buy some of the small bowls that he makes, crafting them with such a pleasing curve to their shape.
I found him at his wheel and busy at his craft. I was lucky that he had made two extra bowls for an order and these I purchased from him along with a mug coloured with a band of verdigris green and I left with the thought that next time I will send a commission ahead, before leaving the UK, in order to buy a set of these useful little bowls coloured in the hues of the sea and sky which are so often represented on George’s pottery. These I am sure would bring a zing into the dull days of winter at home whenever I looked at them and remind me of that deep blue sky and sea that I love so much to look at when I am in Polis or Paphos.
On my road out of Lemba, heading towards the sea, I saw on the outskirts, a small sign pointing the way to a prehistoric Experimental Village being curious I followed the dirt road and saw to my delight a re-creation of several round- houses painted in an exuberant geometric pattern in earth red on an archaeological site.
There is free access to view this cluster of houses with but a brief description of what they are and why they are here. The village of Lemba has been, since 1976, a site of archaeological interest and ongoing research by the University of Edinburgh, being one of the most ancient in Cyprus. This reconstruction made in 1982, is a representation of a Chalcolithic (3800-2500BC) village and has been used to carry out a number of prehistoric activities including the making and firing of pottery as well as the use of building materials. I took great pleasure in looking at the results in the form of one of the larger houses and viewing the
spacious interior with its funky decoration and attractive construction techniques. I don’t know how authentic the painted design was but it certainly looked striking.
It was a very hot day and the hottest part of the day and I longed for a cool spot to pass away some time and rest. Outside the enclosure, a track with a row of shady pine trees offered a welcome spot to park the car and taking out my beach mat to place it under one of the trees I sat resting my back against its trunk.The area was deserted of people and very peaceful. The air was cool here and the scent of the pine tree made it even more refreshing and as I gazed over the horizon I was content. I had seen in the space of a few hours two different parts of Lemba separated by thousands of years and yet I felt, there probably was not a lot of difference between George practising his pottery a few yards down the road and the potter who would have performed very similar skills so many millennia before him.