It rained a little just after we got to the lake on Tuesday evening, nothing heavy, just a light shower. Stopped after about an hour. When it was time to hit the sack I didn't even bother getting in the sleeping bag, it was that humid still.
Woke up just after 4am just as it was beginning to get a bit lighter, could just make out the rods and it was still warm. T shirt and a cuppa.
Sat there listening to the dawn chorus starting up, just the sound of the birds and a distant clock chiming 4.30 thinking "all's right in my world". That first cup of coffee, accompanied by the sights, sound and smell of dawn, is the best one of the day. A bit of dew on the rods and reels, a few tell tale bubbles rising along with the odd tail swirl. The anticipation of first light. God I love it.