I suppose one of the best ways of getting to know any landscape is by having dogs.
As soon as it is almost light, I take our two for their first emptying walk of the day. Everything is dead quiet as I watch the sun rise, and there is perfect peace throughout the area.
The animals, both wild and domestic, have had everything to themselves overnight, and one often sees them retreating to their daytime lairs, as half-light makes them visible once again.
I love the early mornings at all times of year; maybe more so in winter because of the spectacular mists and sunrises, but the daily changes are always fascinating.
These two pix were taken a few metres from our house; in the lower one you can just see the distant village church spire.
No young maiden in the valley below, but I do occasionally whistle the tune.