Well, the French fingerlings are finished, The remaining rows have the ‘Pink Fir’ and the ‘Teufelshörnchen’. We harvested a stoel of each. The Teufels: The tubers were stoelfast, but we dug deeper anyway and yes, there were a couple of lurkers. Once harvested, we washed all the tatties and laid them out to dry. My Bride suggested placing a tenmis ball on the paper to give an idea of spud size. I can hear some of you saying, “A tennis ball, what’s a tennis ball doing in their lottie”? Haha. It is out of place, but we have them on top a stik here and there so that we will not poke our eyes out, bending over to do something. I just whipped it off the stick giving support to a small stand of Veronica in the tutten tuin. Then before going home we loaded all the harvest into this under-sized trug— there are two types of potats, two courgettes, four cues, some beans and a few toms for a salad this evening. Harvesting is a mixed blessing— it is a thrill to do so; however, there is the matter of processing that always looms.
