WHENEVER I peer through the Lido railings in Droitwich at the stagnant, weed infested sad and ghostly scene - my heart sinks.

My heart sinks even further when I am almost filled with anxiety and dread as we approach the eleventh hour with the decision on it's future.

I grew up in the Lido. During the summer holidays it was my second home. As a child of the1960s and 70s, our parents would buy us a season ticket for Christmas in a nice red plastic holder. We would go with our picnics and towels under our arms - if we were really lucky, we'd splash out at the caf!

We would stay till closing time, rain or shine, hot or chilly. We would get kicked out at dusk - tired, tanned, happy and fit, with no extra energy to get into mischief or hanging around on street corners intimidating the public. I learned to swim in the Lido in all weathers.

We now live in a very large town where commuter style flats are being thrown up in every available space. Over the years we have lost a dance hall, two cinemas and a perfectly good hotel building.

I have recently been in touch with members of SALT (Save Our Lido Today) committee and there just seems to be so much red tape. For heaven's sake, the Lido is the only 1930s art deco natural salt-water lido in the country. It shouldn't be just a local heritage - but a national one!

Am I the only person who feels this passionately on this subject? Let us not have to explain to our children what a wonderful place the Lido was - but allow them to share the experience for themselves.

Darryl Bradford

Acre Lane

Droitwich Spa