Addicted!

There's something addictive about digging up potatoes that makes you just want to dig up one more plant, despite the backache. It's the awe and wonder when you pull up the dying leaves and out come big shiny tubers. I just stopped in on the way home from my 4 hour stint at the soup kitchen. I finished digging up the King Edwards then started on an unnamed variety. There weren't many per plant but they were big and shiny. It's a pity I can't remember the variety as they have probably been the best.
It's been very windy the last couple of days and I've lost a cosmos plant and some of the sunflowers have fallen over. I'm still picking dahlias though and the squash are getting bigger each day.
Saturday. Peter cut the grass today - the newly seeded grass is growing well and looking good. I dug up the remaining potatoes - the ones which had been sprouting in the bottom of the sack. They turned out to be King Edwards and a bit of a waste of time. All very small and hardly worth the effort.
It was the RHS open day on the allotment day today, put on by the local gardening club. We wandered over to the tea tent and had a cuppa. I don't know how successful it had been as we turned up at the end, but there was a raffle and a produce sale.