Our way- decide potatoes are a plant and leave crop and plant them in the barely reclaimed from the mountain rock infested field, visit once during the season to nod and hmm hmm and decide we definitely need to weed, not weed, arrive about 12 weeks after planting to search for potatoes. Whoa. Put down spadeand go back to the house to find a scythe to tackle the metre high weeds. Spend the next three hours scything and ripping weeds out by the roots and battling this horrible creeper I am calling razor vine because it is covered in a prickly coating (not individual prickles, more of an all over rasping) until your arms are ripped to shreds from fingertip to elbow. Take a lunch break (walking home swinging your still empty potato bucket) Come back for the afternoon shift and start digging. And keep digging. And dig some more. The lack of rain for the last two weeks means the dirt is like concrete. Rock studded concrete. But then last year we dug the potatoes after heavy rain and complained about the mud so I guess digging potatoesis just not meant to be an easy job. Because you didn't weed the potatoes have been fighting for survival and are small and few and far between. After a four hour digging shift you go home with three full buckets of potatoes. Three! And getting home so achey and dog tired you can't face even looking at a potato and end up having spaghetti for tea. Can I just say I really don't recommend our way?
Well, except for as a fun day out for kids. Look at those legs! They had a ball all day long. Right through to the bathtime fun with a bar of soap and a flannel each and seeing how clean they could get.