Enough furtlin' about for spuds!!

Instead of rooting about under plants at the end of rows and finding tiny 3cm spuds, I went to the middle of a row of Charlottes and dug up the whole root to find a dozen egg-sized spuds. No more tentative furtling about for me from now on

To furtle about or not to furtle (how I hate that word ) is, as you say a matter of choice. However, my main takeaway from this evening's non-furtle is that for some reason, plants in the middle of a row are more advanced than those on the margin of the patch

The Cumbrians would call furtling "ratchin' aboot", which unfortunately can have the same sexual connotation as furtling