Saturday, 11 April 2015
Pommes de Terre
Roger loved every minute of this. Anything that involves some sort of mechanical machinery brings a smile to his face. We spent yesterday afternoon with some of our neighbours planting our potatoes. Before we could start we were plied with wine and chocolate and pear gateaux, then taken on a trip to see Olivier’s fields and assorted farm machinery. Big toys for big boys, I told him. Back to the field, 3 of us had potatoes to sow, Olivier had supplied the field and his brother Denis had supplied the machine. We all took it in turns to “play on the machine”. I’m sure there is a proper name for it, but I’ve no idea what it is. What a clever thing it is, it makes the furrow, plants the potato and covers them up afterwards. We could do with a mini one in our garden. Afterwards, back to Olivier's for a beer, which Roger noticed was a staggering 12% proof. Now we wait until August to see the fruits of our labours and I’m sure there will be more alcohol involved to celebrate the harvest.