They've popped up and checked in

      After what seems like a lifetime the potatoes have appeared through the surface of the soil in the big fields, all standing to attention in their neat rows. As a child I remember planting potatoes with my grandfather on his allotment and those seed potatoes were always chitted standing on their ends in egg boxes on a window sill. Once ready they were carefully planted taking care not to knock the brittle shoots off.
      All of these potatoes were planted unchitted by a monster crawler machine and they seem to be growing OK to me, they're certainly strong plants and if we ever get any warmer weather they should race away turning the furrows into a dark green forest.
      Warmer weather? What's that? I think it's like today!