Forest plans are a damp squib

So, after years of speculation, plans for a new visitor attraction for Sherwood Forest have been unveiled.

Am I the only one who thinks the whole thing will be a bit naff?

Millions of pounds are being lavished on the Discover Robin Hood project, but it’s all a bit of an anticlimax if you ask me.

So what does £13m get you these days? Not much by the look of it.

Judging by the artist’s impression that’s been released they’ll be some bow and arrows, a jousting arena, and an open air theatre. And that’s about it.

Where’s the Maid Marion Monorail that would take visitors through the canopy of the forest?

Where’s Robin’s Rollercoaster that would take thrillseekers on a white-knuckle ride they would never forget?

Where’s the Friar Tuck Ferris Wheel, and the Little John Log Flume, eh?

I expected all these things at the very least.

After all, this theme park is being created by the team who have worked on the likes of Alton Towers and Thorpe Park.

Still, anything is an improvement on the current Sherwood Forest visitor ‘attraction’, which comprises of a gift shop and an old, unstable tree that you can’t go anywhere near.

I’ve embarrassingly taken relatives from elsewhere in the country there before and they’ve remarked that it is more of a copse than a forest. And they’re not wrong.

JOHN Mann has offered Worksop Priory as a final resting place for the remains of King Richard III.

Why hasn’t anyone thought of this before?

Most of you probably don’t know this but King Richard III was born at Bassetlaw Hospital, grew up at Manton, and attended the former Hartland Comprehensive School.

Ok, none of these things are true, he had absolutely no links with Worksop whatsoever - so why should he be buried here?

And didn’t this Richard III kill those two young princes?

I don’t think that’s the sort of person we should be burying on the hallowed ground of Worksop Priory.

The Priory is a place rich in history which all Worksop folk should be proud of, but this doesn’t mean we should be opening it up as a graveyard to all and sundry, especially to people with no connections to the area.