I do hope she is okay.
Many years ago, before we were married, Mrs P and I took our first camping holiday by train and bicycle. Having reached the first town we were destined for unscathed, we retired to a local hostelry to celebrate a successful start to our adventures. It was only at chucking-out time that we realised it would have been rather more sensible to have found a campsite and pitched the tent before hitting the ale.
We stumbled down towards the harbour and having clambered over some rocks and stony ground were delighted to find a well maintained level field where we somehow managed to pitch the little tent in the dark, thinking we could make a quick exit in the morning before the farmer even noticed us.
I was awoken during the night by a shrill scream - Mrs P, needing to answer nature's call had wandered away from the tent and had just discovered the edge of the cliff that we were pitched near. Fortunately, it was just in time to prevent her going over the edge, or she would have had a very similar experience to the woman in the news report.
Having recovered from the shock, we slept soundly for the rest of the night and well into the next day. We were eventually awoken by strange whacking noises and numerous voices around us. Peering out of the tent we discovered that the well manicured field we had found the night before was not in fact a farmer's field, but the local golf course! The golfers were far more bemused than annoyed, but we beat a hasty retreat nonetheless and made sure to find a campsite for the following night (during which there was an almighty rainstorm and a minor earthquake - but that's another story).