I wanted to wait for the tide to go out and make sure that I hadn't tied the ropes too tightly, so I sat on board and waited.
Usually I have some music on, but at 5am I was content to sit in quiet.
Although I can tell you that at that time in the morning the silence is very loud
I listened attentively to it.
There were the gulls and egrets. I'm sure I could hear fishes popping up here and there. In the distance I could hear a plane. Or was it some rolling thunder? The air was still and it began raining - gently to begin with, and then harder for a few minutes. The birds' calls became louder as if they were competing with the noise of the heavy rain drops splashing on to the river's water.
The beauty of it all was deafening.
It was a magical silence.