Whitethroats on Thursday morning at Two Tree Island. There had ben reports of a cuckoo at the east end of the island, which is more nature-reservy and less dog-walkery, but by the time I'd been round the west end, the poor old dog was knackered in the heat. I still haven't seen any swallows or martins, which is about as late as it's ever been. I'm sure it's just me not having been to the right places. They are here.