Massive helicopter buzzing me on the dodgy cliff mountain side, hit by the ice of boiling breakers trying to mash the beach. A glowing red rockface, molten against the dark grey roofs, sky, walls and roads. A German guy I met in a cafe propped open window on a 2 year film tour of the trance parties of South America. Loads of tufts of grass put in the trees by the river. Swans overhead flying SW. And drifting for hours suspended in the smoke in the heavy heavy electro with the grey people. Throwing rocks at a Spanish football stuck in a tree.