We managed to get through most of the Bristol Light Festival installations this year, and we managed to do so together, which is a change on last year. I’ve broken out my Sprocket Rocket camera for the first time (and have yet to get them developed, so we await with baited breath) but do also take some photos on my phone. There are a lot more music-based ones this year, which is fun, but are also more enclosed, which means I am forced to reckon with the general public’s unerring sense of selfish lack of self-awareness. Alas. The creatures outside St Mary Redcliffe are fun, as is the squidgy black hole creator in Broadmead. It’s all good fun, and you get some photos out of it. I don’t think it’s ever really much more than that, though.