OIL & WATER
The eerie sound wakes me from a deep sleep inside my tent. I can hear it distinctly above the symphony of crashing waves and the ceaseless singing of cicadas a few metres away. What was that? I think, sitting bolt upright.
I hear it again. Scratch, scratch, swoosh. Climbing out my tent into the moonless night, I switch on my head torch and cautiously search out the noise along the edge of the jungle. Something huge and dark is digging amongst the stones down on the beach, flinging sand onto the dry leaves that litter the shoreline. My heart beats faster as I take a few steps closer. Then I see it.
A giant Atlantic Green turtle, almost as big as a double bed, is working meticulously to dislodge sticks, stones
