Geograph - photograph every grid square

It's four minutes past five in the morning and not many people are about - two lads each with a beer who walked past a minute ago, the milkman doing his deliveries, and me who, with a stinking cold and unable to sleep, has just got up to make a Lemsip. Oh and the first plane of the morning flew over a few minutes ago from Bournemouth Airport, a mile or two northeast of here.

I have just noticed the street lights go off and listened to the birds as they start chirping away while a light pinkish sky denotes the start of a new day.