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Steve Kitchen writes:

As I approach the end of my fortnight looking after the breakfast show, I can also get ready to adjust my alarm clock forward from 3.45am.

However I've got used to seeing and hearing some familiar friends over the past two weeks.

There are the tawny owls that exchange hoots in the field opposite as I leave the house each day. There's Mr, or Mrs Hedgehog, who tends to be strolling along one of the neighbours' lawns. They tend to gather pace once caught in the glare of my headlights.

Once I make it into Cheltenham town centre, at the top of the High Street there's an explosion of scattering seagulls who are desperately trying to scoff any remaining late night chips or kebab traces before the street cleaners spoil their feasts.

The Golden Valley Bypass is normally very quiet, unlike my journey home when 'Superstitious Steve' seems to be constantly saluting magpies.

The odd sly fox roams around Longlevens, and as I park up I keep my fingers crossed that the Gloucester gulls don't take revenge on my shiny car for their buddies in Cheltenham.

However my very early rise means that I miss the sunrise, and this week I've had calls saying that I've missed some treats.

If you've taken any super sunrises, please send them to me at gloucestershire@bbc.co.uk