KEVIN PYNE, of Lake Street, Dartmouth, writes:

Whatever did the town council expect other then for its new super loos in the market square to cost them money?

But never mind that, what about the fact that there are no longer any loos in the market square area at all after 5pm?

This forces many inner town tavern revellers to urinate in Lake Street or any darkened area whenever there is any kind of festival or the demon drink is flowing.

As for the town council criticising the shop leases in the old market square, why doesn't it put up a tasteful cast-iron post or two telling visitors where they actually are because you don't need much of a brain to see that they are needed.

Moreover, the principle behind being a local town council is to represent the electorate, not to build their own portfolio and fuss about the inevitable bit of mud in the Boatfloat.

Once upon a time, we had a magistrates court; our own reservoir; fabulous formal gardens on the way to the castle; spotlessly clean streets; cash in the bank; provision for boats ashore in the winter; and a council that cared its townsfolk. That in turn was respected.

It was all run part time by the local cobbler, blacksmith and iron worker – arguably one of the best councils in the country.

How I long for those days once again.