We had to move quickly, time was tight, the tide was turning, racing towards us – an unstoppable force. Below, on the rocks the casualty was lying, still and silent, his dog whimpering miserably by his side. Above us the thrum of the coastguard helicopter filled our ears.
We had raced to the scene. A dog had slipped down the cliff face, its owner had attempted to rescue it. Now we were rescuing them both. A race against time.
Checking the harness, Sam slowly started the descent, loose stones and soil slipping under her feet. The menacing waves growing ever closer.