Southern cross memories....

We were anchored in the Whitsunday Islands, Australia . After dinner, the bitting flies had departed, the bobbing cockatoos flew off, we snugged into the cockpit, cuddled with Erica, a Bundy Rum in hand, and listening to Guardians of the Reef.
scanning that amazing night sky, and viewing the famous southern cross. Whew !

We will have to check on seeing the Southern Cross in the BVI in may. We had no clue. Maybe we still don't . Minus my glasses, and plus quaffing some dark rum, I can pretend to see anything. And yes, David Hudson's Guardian of the Reef CD.
goes with us , where ever we travel, as well as here at home. Perfect sunset music for sailors.