18 pounds of potatoes and a pint of beer

I lifted the potatoes this afternoon. The tops were looking a sickly and mottled. Any sign of unhealth ’round these parts is considered to be the ‘blight’.

This is about one-fifth the total crop. That means a total of more than 70 pounds of lovely red desiree potatoes; steamed, baked and shallow fried.

That’s a pint of Pot Wallop from the Crealock Arms in the neighbouring village of Littleham. It’s reward for all the hard labour up at the allotment.