Orust; dawn hits

The first night my body informed me it was morning, clearly the clock had stopped as it said 3.30 am.

However, it was dawn, and it was 3.30 am and this is what Orust has to endure in the summer.

The local wildlife is exhausted;  by six o'clock in the evening the wagtails are staggering in the fields, the rabbits are slumped in the grass, the sheep are asleep on heaps and the jackdaw has turned prematurely grey.