It’s been a working week since Easter Monday which means that’s been five days since my first early potatoes went into the bags that will be their home until Summer. At the minute they are in our garden at home as I am a bit worried that the weather is still a bit inhospitable for tiny spuds. Our garden at home is a yard that is almost entirely enclosed by walls, shrubbery and fences therefore making it a lot less exposed than our hillside allotment. Once the risk of frost passes they will most likely be transferred to the allotment as it is a lot sunnier than the yard, thankfully the bags seems pretty tough and have handles so this shouldn’t be too difficult.
I chose to do the first early potatoes in bags rather than in the ground. I have dreams bigger than my square footage so, above anything else, space is being carefully doled out depending on my favourite things to eat and although I do love potatoes in all their cooked forms I wasn’t originally intending on growing them because the space that would be lost to them ultimately just didn’t seem quite worth it. Well, somewhere between then and now I “accidentally” bought some seed potatoes and figured I either needed to sacrifice something else to fit them in OR look for an alternative. When I started reading about potatoes in containers I was sold, getting delicious spuds AND keeping my soil space – what more could a girl want?!
The variety that I chose and planted is Pentland Javelin. I started chitting them way back in the second week of February and they had a good 1 1/2 inches of growth by the time they were planted out. When looking at first potato varieties I primarily wanted one that works well as a salad potato, that you don’t normally find in the shops and that is well rated when it came to tasting. I did a bit of digging around and Pentland Javelin consistently kept coming up as exactly what I was looking for, I was still unsure whether I even wanted to grow potatoes but fate (and a garden centre sale) intervened and now there are six bags containing 2-3 seed potatoes each huddled in the corner of the yard and one nervous spud-mother just praying that they grow.