Ah, spring… at long last, encouraging signs amid the late-flowering daffodils. Multiple roadworks, the closure of pedestrian refuges, and the merry sound of chainsaws echoing through the valley. It seems the local council – indeed, the whole world – has emerged from its long, damp hibernation and is making work for idle hands. Trees are being ripped down all along the riverbank, power lines rescued from every oppressive leaf and twig for yards on either side, cheerful yellow gorse forests chewed up and put to the shredder, municipal verges shorn of their winter covering of discarded KFC buckets, skanky grass and dandelions; while the colourful reddish-green shoots of Japanese knotweed are rocketing skywards, everywhere as lethal and tenacious as the defence of Okinawa.
Yes, Aberystwyth is being springcleaned. And I am going gardening!