Letters to editor

What I saw was an exhausted and terrified young steer, thin flanks covered in sweat, nostrils flared and tongue lolling in an attempt to regain breath. It was reeling against the waist (yes, that small) of one of the brave young bloods of Fornalutx who had pursued it in a race through the streets, a spectacle provided by the Mayor and council as entertainment. Today, practices harking back to the Dark Ages cannot be hallowed by the label “tradition”; any more than the excuse “I was following orders” can justify a war crime. Can I suggest a few more “traditions” to the obdurate Mayor and council for the further entertainment of the populace: bear baiting, fox hunting, dog fighting, christians against lions or how about a public hanging?
Just joking. Mr Mayor, just joking.

C Mills, Inca
(Retired small farmer)