It was getting late. Exhausted after a long photo shoot of night-time city-scapes, I took a shortcut under a bridge, through a part of Portland I’d never seen before. Definitely not in any tourist literature.

Senses heightened, I felt my heartbeat increasing to fight-or-flight levels as I kept walking against multiple signs warning of danger. A blinding light suddenly appeared at the far end of the tunnel as I stopped to readjust my backpack. I knew it wasn’t a train, but what could it be?

Then I saw it… Or maybe I was imagining things (?) …Lord Aslan? In this part of town??