It is an ancient Mariner
And he stoppeth one of three
`By thy long grey beard and glittering eye
Now wherefore stopp’st thou me?
I am stumbling along my beaches to watch the sunset when a man with glittering eye jumps out from behind a typhoon ravaged rock. He tells me a weird tale of turtles laying eggs on the beach and the stars, moon, test match being aligned to guarantee birth soon. “Aaaargh, the turtlettes must come. Be it tonight be, it tomorrow come they will! The great motion will er like move. The great train will er like shunt. Can you lend me 1000 yen?”
He shows me the nesting sites and is very convincing as to the imminence.
So, should I sit here all night to watch a hundred baby turtles burrow out of the sand and scuttle down to the sea, just like that what I have seen on the telly? Hell yeah!
She says, “F**k off, leave us alone. Don’ you get it that by watching the experience you will automatically influence it? Don’t you people learn quantum mechanics?”
I decide to leave the poor little things alone. I would be unacceptable if my presence interfered.