Skyberries and Voidmelons or Voidberries and Skymelons

I lie in bed at night, awake, and wonder if I should wander around the city instead.

A number of tripods gathered, without armbands, in the car-park of Hilsea Lido on a Thursday night, for the Portsmouth at Night Flickr meet. The lido, dating back from the 1930s, hid behind fences, unreachable and unaware of the fairy clocks on the Hilsea lines. Down an overgrown path, with flashes held at their heads, the photographers that ran looked for a moment like zombies, or perhaps just the cover of a Queen album.

The evening ended when they light-painted their names onto empty walls, ready to vanish as they did.