In a 64 Jaguar, Miss February 2015 is teasing you with nylon stockings and her white leather fur jacket.
As I sat at the helm watching the instruments Elizabeth wakes up and asks if everything is ok.
For a moment I wondered how much the sail could take before it started to come apart.
The weak link in the chain.
She pauses and looks around, not so much with her eyes but with all her senses.
Weather sprung up around sunset Saturday night, just as we sat down to eat dinner.