One horse town – but where's the bus?
MURIEL Barrett's letter (Your Say, November 19) was a joy to read.
If she is having a laugh at the incompetence of Plymouth ever thinking it is a city of culture, she isn't the only one.
I wish to agree wholeheartedly with her on transport alone – and not just coming into Plymouth from outside.
Last year I saw a lecture of interest in the Peninsula Arts Centre and decided to buy a ticket. The lecture finished around 8pm and I was stupidly mistaken the buses would run from North Hill to Laira quite regularly. I was wrong. On leaving the lecture hall I saw the number 8 bus leave the stop. Having just missed it I was prepared for a wait but I ended up hanging around in the cold for over an hour. I was so chilled through I had to take a week off work sick with a chest infection. It would have been quicker to walk home, had I known the irregularity of the buses, although whether I would have been safe or not is a another matter. This is a city that literally comes to a halt after 6pm. It's a one-horse town and the horses are all out to grass.
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There is too much obsession with the Theatre Royal being the start and finish of cultural life in the city; people can't seem to see beyond that place and I've yet to see a memorable show there. The performing arts are part of culture but by no means all of it.