In the 60s, Hay and her sister remember their aunty Mabel digging up horseradish on the common outside the house. However, when Mabel died the location of the plants was lost. This was compounded by the annual mowing of the common, which was usually at a time which prevented the horseradish plants from growing to a suitable size to be easily seen.
However, this year the cut was sufficiently early to allow the plants to grow - and I found them yesterday.
Now we know where they are, we can harvest them annually again and continue the family tradition.
I had actually bought a tame horseradish plant, which was my guide for the wild ones. The tame one has done incredibly well, having taken over the area in which it was planted and is about 4 feet tall.
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