We write regarding the sad state of Royston town centre. What was once a thriving market town is now a sad collection of sandwich, charity and fast food outlets. The shop keepers in the town must be pulling their hair out with worry about how they will s

We write regarding the sad state of Royston town centre. What was once a thriving market town is now a sad collection of sandwich, charity and fast food outlets.

The shop keepers in the town must be pulling their hair out with worry about how they will survive.

On a more positive note we imagine that should their business disappear down the tubes, another charity shop could put in a bid for their premises.

A rumour is circulating about the town that the former electricity shop is about to become a Christian Aid outlet, and if this is so, then can someone answer the question "Who shops in all of these places?"

Surely our population is not so poor that we need all these types of shops.

Why does the town manager do nothing to encourage new business into the town?

What we need is one or two established names to take over some of the larger premises, and I'm sure the town would once again flourish.

The markets that he has introduced on certain Sundays do nothing to help the already ailing shop keepers of this town.

After all, Royston is surely considered a town, not a village.

On another note, with all the new housing developments in the town, surely the revenue generated by these could be used to allow cheaper car parking, because it does not seem to be poured into new facilities such as schools, doctors or dentists.

Where do these people go for treatment or education, as the schools must be overflowing.

Is it because Royston is on the periphery of North Herts that we are treated so poorly?

Hitchin, which is bigger and better, charges less for car parking than we have to pay.

Perhaps the town manager, councillors, or a representative of North Herts could outline what plans they have for the growth of this town, before it completely dies and fades away and becomes just a memory.

Mr & Mrs G Robinson

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