Do you remember your first nightingale?

Everyone remembers hearing their first nightingale. How was it for you?

I was 23-years old and in Hungary. I had ventured to a sand quarry on the outskirts of a small rural village in the dead of night with the aim of catching, ringing and releasing sand martins. I can't remember if I was successful in this endeavour that morning. But I can recall standing still in the pre-dawn pitch and listening, mesmerized by the plaintive anthem, the fast thick warble of a nightingale. It seemed as though he sang for me.