I wake up at 4:30am from a peaceful night except for a few gusts of wind have the tent expanding and contracting with a loud thwack. I debate whether to go out and put out some guy-ropes, but the wind settles and I snuggle back down for a bit. The first oystercatcher call wakens me shortly before 5, ( I’m a light sleeper if you hadn't already gathered!) and I go out to see what the weather looks like. There’s heavy grey cloud out to sea and my sleeping bag seems ever more appealing. I’ll leave it awhile longer. It’s amazing though how quickly the days are lengthening even within this week. Approaching 6am and my mind is buzzing so I decide to start properly planning the day and the business of starting the day. The birds are quiet this morning - a single wren, a couple of gulls and a few oystercatchers. It reminds me, Martin and I met a keen older gentleman who was a keen birdwatcher. He had been out at Porthgwarra nature reserve and bemoaned the lack of passerines (migrant birds)...