Someone once said that calms were as testing as gales, and it's true.After three days of 130 miles a day, it had to come to an end. And it did last night. The wind fell away during the afternoon, ran its way all around the compass and after supper last night, died away completely.There was a residual swell running from the SW chucking us every which way. Sails slatting.Very tiring. I motored at light throttle for a couple of hours in the hope that we might have dropped into a small wind hole but no breezed returned. In the end, to spare the sails, I dropped the lot and went to bed. It was about midnight. The masthead light has failed again (Lopolight grrrr) and so I hang from the rigging an all-around white light which is pretty bright and will make us just as visible, although I have not seen another vessel of any kind for five days now. This is a lonely bit of the ocean. The moon rises about 10 local time and is nearly full and its reflection on the still water last night was beyond words, as is my joy at the returning breeze which is pushing us along, on course, at four lovely knots on a sea so stunnigly blue it is almost painful to watch.