I blew a valve on my bike, so I'm currently walking to and fro the station. At the mo, both journeys are done in the dark. Morning is especially lonely at half five!

But it's my evening walk home when weird stuff has happened. I walk different routes to and from the station (don't know why - one seems faster walking to, the other from!) Both take me past the church at the top of the mews which my flat backs onto. Old town centre church, no graveyard, but by the two front doors, on either side, are little patches of grass, bordered with pretty flower beds. In one stands a small tree, in the other the flag pole and a few noticeboards.

The tree garden is the one in which 'weird stuff' happens. Three times now, when I've walked past in the evening, there has been a perfect square of turf cut out under the tree, laid to one side, a hole dug and a black bin liner next to it. No spade, no person, no sign of any person (I don't think there's anywhere to hide?) The next morning, no bag, turf replaced and trodden down again. This isn't the sort of place you'd plant a new shrub - it's right by the tree trunk, and there's no sign of anything being planted, anyway. Each time the hole is in a bit of a different place, never overlapping, not in a line, just spaced out under the tree, around the trunk.

Curious...