The dance, mostly choreographed by herself with additional material by Vicki van Hout, Virginia Ferris and Martin del Amo, often has her in glamorous red gowns on video, wafting meditatively beside the sea, in and on water.

On stage, she dances at first frenetically – one imagines in reaction to her diagnosis, reflecting anger and hurt but never giving up. Then she goes through a show dance stage: all high heels and high kicks, red feathers and waving fans. But also grimaces: a guess that it is not her style and she was probably in pain at the time.

Briefly, a glorious "chorus line" of 12 grey-haired women teams up with her for a rather wobbly but engaging appearance. Fellow sufferers, perhaps. And maybe her support team, along with two sympathetic male performers.

Production values are high, with a large team of creatives, and the action flows smoothly to well-chosen recorded music ranging from Gluck to the Rolling Stones to an original score by Alexander Hunter.

In the end, Lea is alone on stage in a subtle solo: feet still, body twisting, arms and hands eloquent in their exploration of the space around her.