Field Note: The Night the Turtles Returned
We stood on a quiet shore, our lanterns shaded, as rangers traced constellations and the tide exhaled slow silver. One by one, turtles surfaced, ancient and deliberate. Our lodge had funded the patrols; your stays had paid for the fencing that kept predators away.
Field Note: The Night the Turtles Returned
Back at the bungalow, the night steward had set herbal tea and left a handwritten note about hatchling timings. No fanfare, just thoughtfulness. It felt like luxury at its purest: attentive, calm, and woven into the rhythms of a coastline finally learning to breathe again.