Daydream

Welcome to a town where nothing quite behaves as it should. A rooftop pool sits above a row of pastel houses, someone's already floating in it, and just below, a skater in stripy socks weaves down a purple slide that spirals straight into the street. Nobody seems the least bit surprised.

Every corner is up to something odd: a figure tiptoes past with headphones clamped on, a huge sleepy face rests in the grass by the garden gate, and a striped chimney sends smoke curling into a sky full of scalloped hills. It's the sort of place worth an hour of looking, just to see what else is hiding.