Ready to rock. Although we have been promised ‘the Beast from the East’, just getting the potatoes and seeds into stock cheers me along. We like to lay them out on tin trays (inside the house) and count the chits. I am not sure why they can’t go in Nick’s man shed, but I am sure there is a good reason. Instead, they sit like pashas languishing on smart tin trays on the velvet sofa, only moved when guests need to sit down. You can see we only have a small plot, and are certainly not planning to go industrial anytime soon. I am always worried that potatoes are the devil’s work anyway.
The fir apples are always the slowest with the smallest sprouts, but equally, they seem to produce the most potatoes. There is always a debate about whether chitting makes the slightest difference. I am taking no risks.