Suspects number two and three.

Suspect number two is Lottie (I think that's her name) and suspect number three her associate Gerald. There's something distinctly odd about them. I was at the allotment on Sunday at six AM and they were there, refilling their bird feeders. There's never a smile or a nod from them (which doesn't make anyone odd in my book), it's something other, something about the way they move; like sleepy insects. This is their shed, which I can't look at without imagining being inside, the sound of rain pattering on the roof, wind whistling through the rusted holes in the tin walls.

The Rhubarb thief?

Though it pains me to say it, I think someone's been helping themselves to the rhubarb on my plot. A small thing, perhaps, but obviously affecting me as I have had strange, allotment-based dreams two nights in a row. The pilferer is considerate; kindly twisting off the emerging flower heads so the plants can concentrate their energies on growing edible stalks. Those vanishing blooms are a giveaway though, the tell...

I cock my head in thought, mentally compiling a list of suspects; first to appear from my pen to paper this morning was Ondine, (above).

Meeting by the rhubarb

Line drawing; part of an allotment based dream I had last night