Holes in socks…

Or potatoes as we used to call them. Time is progressing and the spuds are chitting so despite everything being later here, and the risk of frost is still high, I’ve gone for gold.

Second earlies.
Potato tubs in the greenhouse hoping to speed up the process a bit.
Brussels are sprouting
Leeks are unfurling.
Harry

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