When I headed down for a swim in the Gqunube River at Tidewaters the other day, and the grass was freshly-mowed and the trees neatly trimmed, I wondered what herbs I had eaten in my lunchtime salad. Seriously. Someone had solved the urban jungle problem! I could see my feet! A whole convoy of white bakkies with trailers was assembled and an orchestra of weed-eaters was in mid-concert.