One of the joys of camping for me is to follow the rhythm of nature. Especially waking up in early mornings and see, hear and smell nature when it awakes for a new day. On sunrise I normally get up, explore the surrounds and chase the first rays of light falling on wet meadows or through the branches of the trees in the woods. All still in my pyjamas. This morning at the Swedish coast gifted me some wonderful reflections of the tiny islands in the calm, mirror-like water surface.