Potatoes Ahoy

Yesterday mv Elm made her way up the Trent on a rising tide, accompanied by tug Shovette.  Her last port of call was in Spain, and now she was on her way to Grove Wharf on the Lincolnshire bank.
 
Some of her cargo to be discharged was sacks of potatoes, which is like the old phrase of "taking coals to Newcastle".  We often drive across the flat agricultural heartlands of Lincolnshire, and it's obvious that county knows a thing or two about growing 'tates.


Not so big?



Well, perhaps so