Got a call from one of my village farmer friends last night. His potato field had been harvested, and he said I could do some gleaning if I liked. I thanked him kindly and put out my old clothes to go and have a look today.
When I first looked round the field there were plenty of smaller spuds that had fallen from the harvester, but were pristine. Into the bucket with them….
Then on wandering (not lost!) I found a partially harvested row, and got busy with my garden fork. Fortunately the ground was only damp rather than wet, so digging was reasonably straightforward. Also I could safely drive my car onto the field (with permission), which saved a heck of a lot of walking back and forth with full buckets.
Anyway after an hour or two I had enough spuds to feed us probably through the winter:
I’ll be sure to buy him a drink on Thursday night when we meet up at the pub - spoof night
When I first looked round the field there were plenty of smaller spuds that had fallen from the harvester, but were pristine. Into the bucket with them….
Then on wandering (not lost!) I found a partially harvested row, and got busy with my garden fork. Fortunately the ground was only damp rather than wet, so digging was reasonably straightforward. Also I could safely drive my car onto the field (with permission), which saved a heck of a lot of walking back and forth with full buckets.
Anyway after an hour or two I had enough spuds to feed us probably through the winter:
I’ll be sure to buy him a drink on Thursday night when we meet up at the pub - spoof night