I visited Garry Hunter at Trinity Buoy Wharf today and was struck by the way  that today’s heat seemed to be drawing the sites old industrial archaeology into the present as bubbles of a thick tar like substance emerged from the soil, like the sporangia of a new species of a black  and anthropogenic slime mould. In the heat, for a moment I thought I was in a science fiction film as a saw my face reflected  in the liquid black jet-like globules.