The tattie growing competition

Sue and Ron drove up from the North East of England to visit. There was a big cycle race in the village. Osh was working longer hours than usual because of all the cyclists and the entourage. Joe was playing footie then came home to see Sue and Ron. But, of course, the highlight of the day was the start of the 2025 tattie growing competition. Ever since I saw that golden tattie trophy glistening on its plinth as my neighbour, Gordon, hoisted it above his head last summer, I knew I wouldn’t rest until it was on our mantle piece. Two buckets and two potatoes picked up this morning. Game on.