Another car pulls up. A man dressed in a t-shirt and jeans flashes us a quick smile. He then disappears over the edge – scrabbling down the sheer face of the cliff feet first, sliding, scrabbling, desperately clawing all the way down. Once on the beach he lets all inhibitions loose and dances. He creates fresh footprints on untouched sand. We follow his controlled chaos, his movements an expression of pure spontaneity. He finishes, exhausted and lying shirtless in the sand closing his eyes and completely at one with this moment.