Karen had an outbreak of sanity, deciding a start at 2:00 am was too silly and decided to leave me to it. Obviously she was right, so the plan changed and I left at quarter past midnight instead. A brisk walk got me to my fist stop at half past three (with a Nightingale belting out its song at 2:30) and the Nightjars were already churring and the Woodcocks roding. The views were shocking, but it was great to hear them back. Next stop for another early morning specialist, Grasshopper Warbler and found three in one location and at least three in another. Job done, and a good supporting cast to boot, it was back home, still quite early. It was a long walk, but for the majority of it I didn’t see a soul.