Busman's holiday

We took advantage of having the hire car for the weekend to do several errands, ending up with a visit to the allotment. D realised that if he dug up all the remaining potatoes we could take them home in the car and hence avoid knackering his (or my) back again by carrying them. So it meant rather a lot of digging for someone who's been doing a fair bit of digging during the week.

I tried cutting some of the very untidy grass, but it was too damp to oblige. So I just put some netting over the young purple sprouting and dug up the potatoes that time forgot - a few of the "Mayan" spuds that we'd planted last year. We'd left some in the ground as there was some suggestion that that's what the Mayans might have done. The first time round they were impossible to cook - had a tendency to fall into a glue-y sort of mass even if steamed and didn't taste great either. Maybe the Mayan civilization wouldn't have ended if they'd had a decent strain of King Edwards or Maris Piper...