All at Sea #53

Heading east sloshing seawater over the goat in the dehydrating sun, dropping off the animal to an unknown fate in a tiny bay, we eventually put ashore at unassuming Hóra Sfakíon, famous for the evacuation of British/ANZAC troops in WW2 after an heroic retreat from overwhelming German force. Bombed flat and rebuilt it had the only road back to civilisation.
Given our affinity for pumping stations we purloined the flat roof of another for the most remarkable night yet; a Greek version of the Aurora Borealis, a quite extraordinary twinkling firmament, luminescent against the black universe on a moonless night