flickr) As I walked up the road beside the lower gorge, the sound of the birds was drowned out by the rush of water below, but as I emerged at the lochside the noise died away and I was surrounded by birdsong.
It was, quite simply, perfect. The temperature was about 5º, according to my car, the sun was in the "wrong" place - because I usually walk there in the afternoon or evening - and there wasn't a soul. I walked a mile and a half, stopping every now and then to take photos, and when I returned to the car the first dog-walkers were appearing. Normally I'm a gregarious sort, but I found myself resenting their intrusion.
I may be tempted to rise even earlier some sunny day!