We go out for a night-time stroll along the beach. We stumble across trenches in the sand with parallel lines of scoop marks on each side. This must be some animal. I take out my boy-scout-animal-track-booklet. Not an otter, nor a dog, nor a weasel, nor even a badger, at last I come to sea turtle. No doubt about it, these are the tracks of mummy sea turtles dragging themselves up the beach to lay their eggs. I am very excited.

I rush back the next morning to photograph but alas it has rained in the night and the clarity of the tracks has been washed away.

You get the idea

Come back mummy turtles.