The photography equipment was just too heavy for Charlotte’s diminutive frame, and she regretted the hike about half an hour into the trek to the Thousand Foss Tunnel. She was stubborn about carrying all of her expensive gear. It was worth it though, she thought. This photo-op could be make or break for her career. Evie trailed a little behind. Ever the dutiful friend, Evie chose to keep her mouth shut and not complain about the distance, or engage about the awful row she and Charlotte had. After some thought, she decided that indeed, photography was a noble profession. Never mind that, she thought. She’ll clear the air with Charlotte soon enough. “I’m just too hot and need to take off my jacket. Could you hold this?”Charlotte blurted out, and tersely held out her walking stick in front of Evie, and Evie silently took it. As Charlotte was turning around to take her backpack off, she noticed a little clearing just through a break in the wall of gargantuan Norway Spruces and stopped short. “Blimey…I think we’re here” she said, almost to herself. Evie was simply wide eyed. “C’mon Evie. I’ll show you how a professional works.” This would have been a smooth transition if it weren’t for some of Charlotte’s long dark curls getting caught in the arms of her backpack as she tried to put it back on in haste. At that,Evie allowed herself a smirk. No sooner than she took a few steps, Charlotte lost her footing and was careening down a slope of brush. As Evie was shrieking and panicking, Charlotte’s first thought was her camera and equipment in her backpack. She had the presence of mind to keep to her side as she fell, so the backpack wouldn’t hit anything. At least not much. About 20 feet down, Charlotte’s fall was suddenly broken by her feet firstly sliding into a ditch along with the rest of her. It took a moment for her to realize she had twisted her right ankle but then the the pain came and removed all doubt. She began writhing and moaning. Evie was slowly and cautiously making her way down to her. “Oh, my God, Oh, my God, oh, my God, are you ok?” Charlotte tried to focus and realized that she’d fallen straight into a railway gap. She looked up ahead, and through some tears from the pain , her bleary eyes took in the sight of what she came for. There it was in all it’s Gothic Revival style, the entrance to the tunnel portal. The photos she’d seen of it before didn’t quite capture the texture of the stonework she thought, and made a mental note of how to adjust the aperture to capture that for hers…if her camera was alright. It was too upsetting right now to contemplate that terrible thought, and she just remained mesmerized by the pointed arch over the entrance with turret-like pinnacles, and the lush green hills it was nestled between. It looked like an ancient medieval castle gate, even though it was made in the 19th century. Charlotte felt a surge of adrenaline course through her body at the thought getting that perfect picture.