They say truth is stranger than fiction, right? Well it doesn't get any stranger than living round here. My Mum is a recycling freak, yeah. Desperate to save the planet. She thinks she can do it single handed by sticking old bits of cardboard into a green bin and shoving her decaffinated tea bags in a composter. She is really living in a dream, man.

The planet needs saving alright, but not in the way she imagines. She should wake up and smell the coffee. She doesn't see what's under her own nose. The people who are wrecking the planet aren't the ones who throw all thier rubbish in the local landfill site. They are the ordinary everyday people who smile politely and wish you good morning, who put thier empty milk bottles out every night and send thier children to the local state school even though they can afford private education. People like our next door neighbours.

I caught them at it the other day. They were digging in the back garden. A perfectly innocent activity in spring time I hear you cry. Yeah, except thier hole was six foot by three, and easily six foot down. Grave size, right? And what did they want it for? Who knows, cos the next morning it was gone. Covered over as if it had never been there. Well I'm not having that, so tonight, when they go out, all happy-family like, as they do every Saturday night (as if that was creepy enough) I'm going to investigate.

Something very strange is going on in this forgotten corner of North Devon and I'm going to find out what.