In late January, while doing some much needed clearing in our big tunnel, we rooted out several cherry trees that had grown from suckers that had insinuated their way under the plastic skin.  The tunnel wasn't used much last year, so some of the trees had grown to the height of a man.

They're potted up with some blood, fish & bone, ready to be planted out somewhere.

Elsewhere in the tunnel, loads of convolvulus and couch grass has been dug out of the fallow beds and the errant poppies lifted and potted up.

The vine was pruned, even though it was a bit late.  A few days earlier, a test cut dripped copiously. It was later pruned on a fruit day and each wound plastered with a biodynamic tree paste.  No cut ends dripped immediately.  Even so, days later, the cuts were dripping.

Our asparagus bed needed work.  Of the original six plants, only two remain and the four replacements were not universally successful.  However, we get lots of spears every year.  They grow so fast in the tunnel, it's easy to forget until they get too long and woody to eat.

Vast amount of old asparagus taken out.

The bed was thoroughly weeded and lots of young plants removed.  These were heeled-in in an empty bed and will be potted up later.  The oldest plants were dug up.  Their roots were astonishingly developed, but at their core, far too woody to produce good spears.

This tunnel used to be our favourite, but since the vine became established, it has been too shady for tomatoes or chillies and it is doubtful the vine will appreciate the same humidity as the cucumber we intend to grow this year.

We think the carrots should be fine under the vine, as well as the garlic we put in.  It was bought in the market in Santiago de Compostela.  We'll see how it does.  Possibly planted a bit late.

One job we have to tackle is the removal of the straw that covers almost all the lowest bed.  it was put there years ago as storage for the geese and hens bedding.  The cats staked their claim to it and will have to be persuaded to sleep elsewhere.

Tomorrow is a root day and if all goes well, the few spuds we grow might be sown.  We got Charlotte and a handful of Red Duke of York.  We don't eat a lot of potatoes because they go for our joints, but sometimes the flavour is worth the discomfort.  We're going to put them in the big tunnel as well.  One reason is that there's a freshly dug-over and manured bed ready for them and partly because there's nowhere else ready.  Folk we know grow spuds very successfully in tunnels.