Medallia is heading south with a purposeful stride this evening and all is well.
Yesterday I took a deep breath and split tacks with my Spanish running mate of the last few days to gain some miles to the west. It ended up being quite a tense day. I set my big spinnaker (big bertha) first thing, and after a couple of hours had reached its max wind limit - way quicker than I was expecting. For pretty much the rest of the day I was in a quandary about taking the thing down again
