In the night I heard the nightingale singing. I had to get up from bed, put the clothes on and drive 10 kilometers to to beginning of the path to the woods.

I went strolling in the light summer night. Half moon. The nightingales. the songs. A soft breeze. The grass grows high and the male deer bellows when it has smelled a human.

When I was driving back, the hares were jumping over the road. Some of them just stayed sitting in front of my car. I have to stop and wait until they jump off the raod back in the grass. Bats are flying cross the sky without sound.

Good night from this small remote island which I love.

This picture is taken about 00:30 in the night.