Others know about them already: The long-projected nesting platforms in Shropshire have now been put up . Special thanks to GPU Power for providing the telegraph poles and the vehicles etc to erect them.

Two are at Wood Lane NR near Ellesmere in the north and two at Chelmarsh Reservoir NN south of Bridgnorth. Another will go up later at Monkmoor sewage works NR on the outskirts of Shrewsbury.

We start off in the library, as we're to return some books, and I hope get some more out, though Esme is never keen, ever since that day when we were fined. Came to 26 pence, I believe! Oh! The ignominy!

But she settles down and picks quite a number of books. Mainly fairy stories and other girly stuff.

We settle down for the picnic, though not many sandwiches are eaten by the kids, I have to mop up, as I suspected. And they settle on crisps and other junk. Though Bradley does eat a carrot stick, as above.

We meet up with Amanda and go to the Church Wickets, the local pub with a good garden, intending to burger it. But too busy.

Bradley and Esme pick up a new friend called Zoe, who they play hid and seek with. But she's not very good at counting and peeks all the time, nevertheless they don't want to leave her and give big goodbye hugs.

It looks so heavenly in late Spring, and I saw a few mayflies dancing over the water, which made me want to go fishing, again.

Esme managed to collect some nice stones for a change, instead of plain old rocks.

Bradley's aim is getting much better, and his stones go quite a distance now.

Ironbridge stone throwing from the archives: Full flow in January 2004 while it was much brighter in May 2003 and very low in October 2003 lower.

I've no idea what species these leaves are, but they make good bombing targets.

She even goes down some hills now. Only small hills.

Brad dashes off, into the distance. One day, perhaps forever.

Lying so comfortably, till I pointed her out to Bradley, then, he chased her off.

This is the way to eat candyfloss.

I've always been terribly interested in this shed. Why was it here? What went on inside? Now, I know, it's the Dawley pigeon fanciers.

Today, they're getting ready for a race, sticking entry bracelets on them, and stuffing their release boxes with birds. Esme even got to hold an egg.

Another mystery solved. I wondered why this bottle bank was orphaned, if anybody emptied it or indeed, if anybody puts bottle in.

Today, I saw the barmaid with a big basket of bottles. So, it was the Social Club's after all.