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.
Come back mummy turtles.