This village gets weirder by the minute.
Not content with scaring the granddaughter by letting her watch the witch scene from Snow White just before bedtime and then act surprised when she has a nightmare, Mr Grigg takes me on an afternoon stroll up to Bluebell Hill.
I gaze out over the gate at the lush views beyond.
I look out across the maize, which is shining in the sun.
And then I turn around again. I'm in the film Donnie Darko.
The only consolation is that little grandchildren legs could never have climbed this far. I won't sleep for weeks.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x