When I visited Ascension Island, I was lucky enough to be invited to see a Turtle coming ashore and laying its eggs. It was a latecomer as some eggs from others had already hatched. It was a wonderful experience.
Two days later, as I was photographing the Georgetown (Dead Men's) Cemetery, I saw a number of baby turtles between the graves. They were all dead except one. I rescued it and carried it across the beach to the sea. Remarkably, it was strong enough to swim away. I was very upset when I realised why the baby turtles were in the cemetery. When they hatch, they dig themselves out of the sand and crawl towards the light of the moon which is beyond the water's edge. A company had built a small industrial unit behind the cemetery and floodlit it as a security measure. The floodlights were brighter than the moon so many newly hatched turtles, at that end of the beach, crawled away from the sea by mistake . . . and died a lingering death as they dried out in the sun. What a shame.