Filling my spud-shaped hole
One man and his clay
Originally uploaded by joellaflickr.
Is there anything more English than a long-haired man in pink trousers and a Peter Storm cagoule planting potatoes in clay on a drizzly Sunday morning in April?
I was sitting on a plastic chair at the time, pouring coffee from a Thermos and opening the shortbread.
How did I get here?
(Charlie - go for main crop potatoes. They do not need chitting, it says so on the bag.)