Oh dear, oh dear. We dug up our potato crop last week, and the results were, to put it mildly, disappointing. Plot A, which consisted entirely of "first" and "second earlies," Swift and an unknown variety, produced very little tubers, and few of them. Plot B, which we exhumed a couple of days later, looked, at first glance, more promising. For a start, the tubers were bigger. Many of them the size of a small fist. And thee were plenty of them. But, as we began to sort them through it became clear that many had suffered slug or insect damage, and most of those that hadn't had a skin condition known as "scab." Unsightly though it is scab (which can arise from poorly composted soil, or friction burns as the tubers are rocked around) does not make a potato inedible, but it does mean it will not store well. It is now some time since our erstwhile partner, Spuds, hoiked her trowel and departed (taking with her our supply of hessian storage sac...