All morning, under a brisk beam wind which had sprung up with the rising of the sun, the Arangi flew north, her course continuously advertised by the increasing smoke-talk that gossiped along the green summits.
We hit breezy weather in the Grenadines so we ran south with just about everything up - perhaps 56,000 sq ft of sail from four jibs at the sharp end to the gallants and royals billowing out in a beam wind at the mast-tops.