We anchored ST3 about here and motored to the shore. The island is totally coral without any dirt/soil and is able to support vegetation due to the large amount of guano that has been deposited by birds over the millennium. Many species of migratory birds rest or nest here, and turtles come ashore to lay their eggs.
Our anchorage, and the neighbours were few.
The foundations of the island.
Little Blue Riding Hood.
After our leg streching on land I paddled my kayak out onto the reef edges within the enclosed waters. I am amazed the any of my photos actually turned out. The sun light plays tricks with exposures and the focus normally lands on the water's surface!
A classic shot taken without getting wet.
True blue. All of the action for this photo was above the surface.
The darker side of life in paradise at Lady Musgrave is that we had no communication with the outside world for 4 days. I was delighted but Glenn became frustrated without Facebook or texts from friends and family. "How will I know what's happening". A fellow sailor passed on this tip: clip the Wifi to a halyard and hoist it up the mast. The results were reported by Glenn as being poor and intermittent. He gave up eventually after much cursing. The next morning we set sail for the mainland: Pan Cake Creek, Bustard Head and phone reception.
Is anybody out there. Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home.
Foot note: by Glenn: I loved my specially created card. Loved it! Hoist up the hotspot Jen.