A corner shaved off the maize field is planted with potatoes.
One year, the cows stretched under the fence and chewed the tops off, which, surprisingly, are harmless to them.
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Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Thirty words a day, about walking the dog. Inspired by Clare's blog Once around the Park
Trédaniel plan d'eau
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2 comments:
You always notice such interesting things! Were the potatoes just a little garden plot for the family?
Yes; the farming paterfamilias, officially retired, squirrels away corners of land for potatoes and other veg. The sons would probably just plough up to the edge of everything, but this is one of the old chap's perks!
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