|some of Mikes cows having a snack in the yard|
Anyway the pressure was on on Saturday as I had my first Earlie's chitted, it was a root day, and to top it all off the day dawned gloriously bright and sunny.After a trip to the Market (where we met a very hung over Martin setting up his stall), and a trip to the recycling centre for polystyrene for Seamuses giant propagator project we arrived in Mikes yard eager to start filling bags. The stuff near the gate was new, very strawed looking but after valuting over the gate in true farming style we walked around the pile and found the motherload next to the end wall. This was what I was after- dark black stuff with tufts of grass growing on it in places.
|bedding waste from the winter calf sheds|
Mike appeared and tried to talk us out of filling bags, he plans to clear this whole yard in the next few weeks. We eventually managed to persuade him that we were just taking a few bags to keep us going for now and he can turn up with the trailer load whenever he gets a chance. I know he is always working flat out so I feel bad to even drag him 7-8 miles out of his way on a tractor to drop off shit of all things, but he was really insistent.I negotiated for the 2 year old stuff nearest the wall. Once we started to dig into it we found we had struck gold; black, rich, well rotted and crawling with fat tiger worms-perfect stuff!
|A bag full of the finest shit in Limerick!|
Off we went several bags later to plant spuds in what was becoming a cold and bitter afternoon. The usual row began about staggered rows or drills, this time we went for rows and it left me feeling completely dissatisfied! I much prefer staggered rows. Anyway we will see if it affects the yields in any way. My first earlies are Aaran Pilot, Duke of York, Sharpes Express and Maris Bard. I usually only sow a few of each, harbouring a morbid fear of growing rows and rows of spuds that I cant stand the taste of. I get my students to do the same thing, so later in June we can try out as many varieties as possible.
|Spud in the ground|