SIR – Tonight, of nesscessity, I descended from the white slopes of highest Queensbury, to visit Worstedopolis (Bradford) below the Horton Bank snowline.

I intended to support my good friend David Pendleton in his book signing at Waterstones, having recently given birth to ‘Paraders’, a history of that hallowed Manningham field we cherish under the name-Valley Parade.

David is a champion of all things Bradford, myself less so nowadays, but the trip did give me an opportunity to see the City Park Mirrorpool for the first time – and I have to say, I was impressed!

I can’t quite see £24m, and the smaller fountains were emitting some strange noises (I guess some testing was going on), but it all looked rather good.

In the background to City Park, the Alhambra was doing a roaring trade, and a projection on to the Odeon (from the Alhambra presumably) proved the case for retention of that building, though without value in the eyes of some citizens.

So I left our cherished city to return to the wilds of Queensbury, but not before one final glimpse towards the Mirrorpool and its largest fountain.

Surely that needs a name?

Come on Bradford, lets name that gusher!

Mark Neale, Oxford Road, Queensbury