Last day on Heron

 I woke early with the overwhelming desire to try and pack as much as possible into this last day. While the kids and Mel slept I went for wander down the beach following the turtle tracks from the night before. The early morning light cast shadows on them, making them look like deep 4x4 tyre marks.

Only a few hundred metres down the beach I came across a track which didn’t lead to the ocean and discovered a stranded turtle, left behind when the tide receeded. I sat with her for a while wondering what to do. Then headed off to the research station to alert the troops.

The research station was almost deserted, but I found someone who said this is pretty common… she would make her own way back to the water and was probably just resting. So, I cut back through the bush to our room. The occupants were still asleep, so I headed for the restaurant for a cuppa, returning with mugs of hot chocolate and a strong coffee for Mel.

Once they had sipped their treats, and their eyes opened, everyone wanted to go see the turtle, so we wandered down the beach again and sat watching her as she slowly made her way back to the turquoise ocean. What a special treat this was on our last day. Follow this with a mega breakfast, and a last snorkel near the harbour, and it rounded off our visit very nicely.