As a Weymouth resident of long and high standing (30 years) I’m naturally disappointed at not being selected as an Olympic Ambass-ador.

Perhaps if I had applied I would have stood a better chance.

That said, I congratulate Sandy West and Co, for being chosen.

By way of ego – consolation, I’ve decided to appoint myself unofficial ambassador; charged solely with extolling the resort’s many attractions, once its minor role in the great event is long forgotten.

I would point out such unappreciated treasures as the Pier Bandstand: arguably one of the finest examples of art deco architecture in Britain. Also in Weymouth Bay: the largest and I would add – safest tidal lagoon in Europe.

I would insist that visitors visit the best-preserved Napoleonic fort; in the Nothe, and marvel at Weymouth’s very own purpose-built folly (why else?), the subway-to-nowhere, adjacent to the Jubilee clock.

I would finish my tour with the Regency seafront vista; surely unparalleled in any other resort.

As Michael Portillo showed when profiling Weymouth in his Great British Railway Journeys television programme, the town is its own biggest attraction – with or without the Olympics.

D Milne Walpole Street Weymouth