One of the pleasures of growing your own vegetables is cooking freshly dug potatoes in their jackets and enjoying them with butter and a pinch of pepper. It’s a taste that’s hard to surpass.
With this in mind we recently set about planting this seasons crop.
The seed potatoes were purchased about a month back and have been sitting on trays developing sprouts. The eight rows planted are made up of two varieties namely Ilam Hardy as an early crop and Rua as the main.
The early ones should have been in a month ago but the garden has been far too wet. Its not really a problem however they will not be ready in time for Christmas lunch.
As a child I remember my father ploughing what seemed to be endless furrows for potatoes which were an major part on our diet back them. My eight rows pale into insignificance compared to the huge area he would plant. I still love potatoes.
The area I’ve used was dug over back in April and has had several loads of horse manure and compost added but its still a little on the heavy side. As nothing has been grown here before the potatoes it will hopefully improve the soil and make it easier to work.
Normally I would digs furrows but due to the tacky ground digging individual holes proved to be quicker and less effort.
After applying a liberal dose of blood and bone and general fertiliser the seed potatoes were covered over. No lime was used as this part of the garden has received several good applications previously.
Job done or so we thought, but we hadn’t reckoned on the rats!
What I discovered the morning after we had planted the potatoes not only surprised me it but made me a little grumpy, hopping mad to be honest.
As I do every morning I wandered around the garden to check things out and was greeting by a dozen potatoes lying on the surface of the garden. Upon closer inspection I could see that some critter had dug them up and had left what appeared to be teeth marks in most of them.
After determining where the potatoes had come from I set about replanting them and over breakfast devising how to put a stop to these shenanigans.
The plan was very simple and final.
The unwelcome rat was able to eat the peanut butter off this trap but unfortunately went on to check out the second trap.
The moral of this blog post is, don’t take vegetables from my “veggie patch” without asking.