Nothing prepared me for this carnage.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
I said I would never buy another supermarket potato ever.
Black, rotten and stinky.
With wriggling white wormy things tunnelling their way through my years supply.
It’s all that's left of my 50 massacred potato plants.
You take it for granted don't you?
That supermarket shelves are filled full of plastic coated packets of fruit and veg.
I didn't think about where they all came from and how they got there - not really.
Until I got my allotment that is.
I waited on a list for about 5 years and finally reached the top.
So I am now a proud owner of a St Gabriel's plot.
Ooh the excitement of each new growing year.
Planning my plants and layout.
The anticipation of the harvest yet to come that encourages me through all those rainy Saturdays spent digging out weeds.
I nurtured all of these potato plants.
I watered them.
I fed them.
I’ve got all the books you know.
I get the monthly magazines, with or without free seeds.
Even listen to gardener's question time with the earthy Bob Flowerdew.
I thought it was all going so well.
Text book case with my big flourishing green plants.
Now after days of researching my books and scouring through the monthly articles
I still cannot identify what those blooming pests are.
If I don't know what they are how can I rage war against them?
The books haven't helped anyway,
Every creature they site can't BE eradicated.
'Do not plants potatoes in problem plot for at least 4 years'
Well I have a better idea for next year.
The future will be potato sacks!
They are the way forward
I am not beat, yet.