Nantucket sleighride

Monday 25th June
It's just gone midnight local time and we're flying along the south coast of
Nantucket island, famed for its whaling history and for the "sleighride",
when a harpooned whale towed the small whaling boat and its crew for miles,
before finally succumbing to its fate. Happily, the current residents and
the right whales live more amicably today.
(also the name of a 70s album - was it Captain Beefheart? Put me out of my
misery, someoene!)
We're having our own sleighride, bombing along at over 7 knots in a brisk
sou'westerley breeze about 80° off the port bow, spurring us towards the
finish line about 50 miles away, in time for breakfast. Jangy seems to
sense the finish too - she's got a real spring in her step, nodding to her
task and nudging the wavelets aside with steady purpose, refusing to be
slowed in her course. Yippee!!!
Trev