Imprisoned

I got locked in the tower at the 11th century Priory Church at Malton, where I was in wedding photographer mode. It was raining but it cleared up long enough for me to do a group pic from the top of the tower. With a torch, I climbed about 120 steps. On the way up I noticed and photographed a bellringer who assumed I’d gone there just to take a photo of him as he locked the door at the bottom of the tower when he’d finished, while I was up top. I had to knock a few times then resorted to yelling Help from the first window. A woman outside looked around blankly, trying to work out where my voice was coming from, before the door was unlocked and I was released. I could have been in there all weekend.