Has the Invisible Man has returned?

 Tuesday 7th October 2025

Back on the cultivator again today — nothing dramatic to report, just the steady tilling of earth beneath a grey autumn sky. It’s funny how the hum of the tractor starts to sound almost companionable after a while. The only real difference from the other cultivating days was that I was close enough to home to pop in for lunch. Not that it bothers me having it on the tractor; there’s something rather nice about stopping out in the middle of a field with the wind and nature for company. But still, it breaks the day up a bit to come home for a proper sit-down.

I made sure to finish in good time so I could join Mum for afternoon tea in the summer house. It’s become something of a little ritual now, the two of us there with our cups and the sound of the garden all around. We have a small heater in there and lights to make it nice and cosy. I got quite the surprise when I opened the bag of cookies I’d bought at the festival — one missing! There should have been three each, but no, we had to share one. Dad’s denying all knowledge, of course, though Mum is quite convinced Eric’s the culprit. She says she’ll have words with him in the morning. If it was him, then he’s very naughty indeed, considering he already had six all to himself that day! If not Eric, then maybe the Invisible Man has returned.

By the time the last crumbs were gone, the light had begun to fade to that lovely soft gold that makes everything seem gentler somehow. Mum and I lingered there a while longer, just talking quietly. There’s such comfort in these small, ordinary moments — the kind that make you glad to be exactly where you are. I think if we hadn't moved when we did I would have fallen asleep.