On a sunny Sunday afternoon, warmer than the weatherman had led us to believe, the annual allotment planting of the spuds began. Having written off the weekend as a bit of dull dud, wearing far too many woollens than necessary we were pleasantly greeted with warm sunshine and gentle breezes. After a chilly disappointing visit to the plot the day before a spot-o-sunshine worked wonders on the allotment morale!
It was to be the Red Duke of York’s big day. Having been sitting chitting pretty on the windowsill of our bedroom at home since the end of January the little spuds despite their stalagmite-like shoots sprouting strong the seed potatoes themselves were beginning to look tired and baggy skinned. definitely time to get them tucked up in their beds. The plan is to get this extra-early variety in and out in time to get a follow crop of Sweetcorn in their place by the end of June.
As half the potato bed still has the last of the over wintered Brassica’s occupying the space our plan is to plant our early’s in the space made by the recently departed kale canes and work our way back towards the Purple Sprouting Broccoli up the other end. By which time when we need this space we should have munched our way through the PSB.
After a quick sprinkle of Organic potato fertilizer, Mr Wilson made quick work of making a neat little trench.
With a good few trowel full’s of trusty chicken poop pellets and a handful of Comfrey Leaves, we laid down the seed potatoes, between 20 and 25cms apart. A little tight but annoyingly I’d had one of my classic miscalculations and ended up with too few for 2 rows.
Looking at the picture above seems a bit daft the piddly amount of Comfrey leaves but what they hey, hopefully have more ready in a week or two when we put the rest of potatoes in. Didn’t want to rob the Comfrey of all its leaves when it’s only just woken up.
So that was the first of the potatoes in, fingers crossed for no late frosts like last May. Which bite the shoots of last years crop. They soon bounced back but this time round I’ll be on standby with the fleece. Second early’s Charlotte, Kestrel and Rooster’s now await their big day, patiently chitting quietly for their big day.