I moved to Weymouth earlier this year, a town I assumed was a sleepy backwater, albeit chosen for the sailing Olympics (congrats).

Since my arrival, I have been utterly flabbergasted by the amount of sirens emanating from ambulances and police cars seven days a week, several times a day.

I have tried to work out why.

Perhaps because there is an ageing community.

Perhaps there are an above average amount of accidents at sea and on the roads.

Perhaps there is a massive crime rate in Weymouth. I realise, of course, that there are emergencies necessitating sirens.

But not even in Johannesburg, the crime hot spot of the world where I lived for a decade, did I hear even close to the amount of sirens blaring every day here in Weymouth.

It is quite honestly like living in a war zone.

I feel that the emergency services must give some serious thought as to how badly these continual sirens reflect on Weymouth and how much they might be affecting the elderly and those of a nervous disposition.

Liz Davis

Littlemoor Road

Weymouth