… something was lurking:
Guess who had forgotten to empty out the last few sprouty potatoes from the black bin where they’re stored over winter?
Actually it was quite impressive the lengths that some of them had gone to to seek the light.
Others had desperately concentrated on making new potatoes. I suppose in the interests of horticultural and/or culinary knowledge I should have tried cooking these to see if being grown in the dark like that creates an especially delicate flavour, but I’ve never been a fan of forced vegetables – white asparagus gives me the heebie-jeebies – so I’m afraid they went straight onto the compost heap. Where they will probably flourish, if the rest of the compost is anything to go by…