My own holidays for the year increasingly resemble the frenzied calendar of an activity junkie. Stained glass was the latest, and I spent the morning filing down pieces of colored glass on a wet sanding machine which spat out water in every direction. Scoring panes using a glass cutter before breaking them into the shapes I wanted using pliers felt daunting, but in the space of just four hours, I’d created my own stained glass panel to be proud of.
“I’m so sick of sunsets,” said my teacher Patrick Ducré, so I’d opted for a mountain scene instead. Some of the panes were semi-opaque, some transparent, and others were intricate and swirled, like a photo of a planet taken through a Hubble telescope.
Next on the agenda are knife-making in Beaujolais, a cookery class in La Réunion, perhaps a mountaineering course in the French Alps—although the latter, at least, is a skill I hope I’ll continue to use. Along with the joy of learning something new, I like the absence of pressure of being a perpetual beginner. There’s no expectation for me to produce the most professional-looking knife, or the most uniform Réunionnais samoussas (triangular samosas typically filled with spicy fish and potatoes).
In a world that seems increasingly focused on achievement, and being the best, these workshops feel like an antidote. It’s an opportunity to be creative whilst letting my mind wander, and to experience the joy of making something using my hands.