The footpath is now cleared. So you don't need to step out into the road to get round the brambles, and for the first time lovely F and I could hold hands walking home from a night out. The speed limit is now 40. Which makes it a tad less scary when someone ignores my signal to turn right, or isn't paying attention when the driver in front overtakes me irrespective of oncoming traffic.
Anyone would think that gambling with someone else's life was a perfectly acceptable trade for being able to join the queue for the Shillingford Bridge traffic lights a few seconds sooner.