When I first came to live here 68 years ago, there was an exciting market on both sides of the High Street. Where have all the traders gone?

The High Street is as dead as the market; people looking at shops also look at the market and vice versa.

While there is room on the square, why can't the stallholders park there? I imagine that it is useful to have their vans at hand, perhaps to hold spares or their lunch or even if it suddenly pelts with rain.

We can't exactly call this a one-horse town, but that's what it will become for the rest of us.

Perhaps we should consult our equine friends. We might even get some "horse-sense".

No doubt the extra money is needed to pay for those controversial balls which many people consider to be surplus to requirements also.

What has happened to tradition? New-Market is how the town got its name. Before we know it, someone will propose that it should be changed, too.

Avril Cooper
Scaltback Close
Newmarket