I initially walked past Angelica and Kyra. They had immediately grabbed my attention but the patch of land they were hanging out in was exposed and drenched in direct sun and it was obviously not going to work. But just beyond there the trail dips beneath two low bridges set almost consecutively but with a small gap between them. The structures acted like a break to the direct light, creating a natural spot lit pool. Perhaps that could work.

An almost hubristic willingness to engage almost ended in disaster as Kyra’s skates got the better of her during the transit. A short decline in the path to the location overtook her and she spiralled out of control, only regaining composure when she bailed to the floor. I felt a sharp pang of responsibility, but the hilarity of the moment broke the ice.