As we all know potatoes are supposed to go in on Good Friday (since that was the first day the working poor would get off between Christmas and Easter) but I couldn’t wait. I popped them in a few days ago when I had a sneaky day off from work. It was windy and cold and I had my hood up the whole time. In the distance I could see one other lost soul scratching away at the earth. But apart from that the allotments were deserted. Just me, the worms and the potatoes, sitting happily on a bed of comfrey leaves (the potatoes that is not me!). I must admit they have been officially ‘chitting’ since I bought them back in February – a little too early me thinks but then that’s me all over – eager beaver. I bet you’re all waiting until tomorrow like good gardeners!