The following morning we went back to the shore to retrieve the canoe. I narrowly missed stepping on this little crab lazing on a rock in the sun. On closer inspection it was just his shell. Mrs Sandpiper, no doubt on the lookout for large lumbering humans lugging canoes, must have heard us coming. I caught her disappearing into the undergrowth, muttering I expect. The amazing thing about the eggs was once you took your eyes off them you couldn't see them any more. They were perfectly camouflaged. We left Mum and eggs and crept as quietly as we could away from her home (which is difficult when carrying a large canoe) down to the waters edge.
We paddled home. The water was crystal clear. The jetty at the bottom of the garden is in need of some repair! On the way back up the garden I nearly stepped on a toad, and congratulated myself on my newly acquired skill of not trampling all over wildlife!