Poor old Morte au Vache, dead and gone forever. I for one will miss him and his slimy old tunnel. I'll also miss Monsieur tending his allotment. One year I remember him hoe-ing around his juicy great leeks as the 787B scremed past. He didn't bat and eyelid and continued gardening noncholantly as if nothing unusual was going on about him. His artichokes were a sight for sore eyes I can tell you.
Anyway, there does look to be some good viewing opportunities with the new layout, perhaps we can call it Son of Morte au Vache. But as ever, I'll reserve judgement until I've seen it for myself.