Sunday morning. Weather indistinctive, but gentle. Yesterday 'Nicola' were put in the ground, according to Monty's planting instructions from his Friday programme. The potatoes may well have to fight their way through the b*****d mare's tails, which shoot up like nasty underground aliens, however, I try to keep on top of their protruding potency. The sweet pea grower was there, and I could tell him that the seeds he gave me have performed wonderfully, propagation in abundance!