Digging and planting early potatoes

First day of ‘heavy lifting’ in the allotment today. And it was a lovely day for it. 

I’m sharing the hire of a rotavator in mid-April, but I didn’t think my well-chitted first early potatoes (Lady Cristl and Anya) could wait that long to get in the ground. 

Three hours of weeding, digging, raking, furrowing and planting and I am a WRECK! Aching, stiff and exhausted. 

Before – the designated spud patch

After – two rows of Lady Cristl and two of Anya, ready for their muddy blankets

Though my body is crying, I’m dead pleased to have got that job done for another year!


(Wo)man vs machine

I needed to get the Sharpe’s Express spuds in the ground today. The chits were so chitty they had foliage!

Really really ready for the ground

Really really ready for the ground

So I was forced to grit my teeth, ignore my back, and get the potato bed dug. When I arrived at the plot, a neighbouring allotmenteer was rotavating. So naturally I took my coat off, grasped my fork, and began my own little race against the machine!

With a bit of competitive spirit I got it done in record time. My neighbour finished just before me, and had done a much bigger area without having to take his coat off. But he made a lot of noise in the process and had to whack his rotavator with a big spanner a couple of times!

So, how did the results compare? See for yourself.

The results of my labours. A bit lumpy. Gardening glove for scale

The results of my labours. A bit lumpy. Gardening glove for scale

A nice tilth on the rotavated earth

A nice tilth on the rotavated earth

It might be noisy and (relatively) expensive, but a rotavator will soon be on my Christmas list!

I’m not digging, someone tell me it’s ok

I forgot I’m supposed to dig the allotment. 

In previous years the arrival of a truckload of cow poo at lotsville has kicked off the spade-barrow-dig chain of events. 

This year, for good reasons, the muck didn’t come (til now). And thus, I pottered around without a care. 

Now work has gone bonkers and I don’t have the digging hours at my disposal. On top of that my back feels rubbish and I can’t face the pain. 

So I’m not gonna. Not until I need to anyway, bit by bit as I need to sow or transplant. 

I feel like a cheat, a maverick, a lazy git. 

Someone tell me it’s gonna be ok!!