If ‘little babu’ had woken us up at 5:30am at home ready to chat and play we would have been horrified. Down the coast however, it was a chance to head down to the beach to catch the sunrise.

A tiny fishing boat had also set out at first light and was setting anchor as we carefully descended the timber stairs to the beach. They pulled up their pots as Dylan set up his tripod. I sat on a dry rock with Ember on my lap and watched them pull up anchor and sail off into the golden path laid by the rising sun. Then we heard a bark and Nanny Annie and three boisterous dogs signalled the end of contemplation and the start of a fun filled day.