CALL to arms! It is at the risk of sounding melodramatic that I begin this letter with these words. However, in the light of council plans to effectively ban cyclists from the Wirral Way between Thurstaston and Parkgate this is what is required.

As a cyclist, I have no desire to injure or offend anyone; neither do I wish to break any law. But what do I do when faced with such an obviously unfair - not to mention illogical, given that cycle paths are often part of pavements - piece of legislation?

That part of the Wirral Way designated for the use of cyclists is completely unsuitable for its purpose due to the fact that in part, at least, it has been made totally unusable, having been turned into a veritable quagmire by people on horse back. The two cannot mix in this type of terrain.

Furthermore, walkers, many of whom seem to regard our presence as so dangerous and offensive, are often accompanied by their dogs, which they allow to deposit the contents of their bowels where they will. These contents are highly toxic, including, apart from anything else, Toxocara Canis, the dangers of which are well documented.

Ask the parents of sight damaged children.

Also, where cycle paths are provided, what do we find when we attempt to ride along them? Walkers! Well, I'm tired of it. I'm tired of whinging walkers. I'm tired of constantly having to clean canine excreta from the wheels of my bike - and I have no intentions of bowing to this little piece of beaurocratic tyranny.

As a taxpayer responsible for the upkeep of the Wirral Way, I intend to claim my part of it as walker or cyclist.

I encourage other cyclists to do the same. Do not allow your rights to be trampled upon. Stand up for your rights and do it now. You'll be sorry if you don't because in all probability there is more to come - the breakwater between Dove Point and Harrison Drive, for instance, seems, like the Wirral Way, to be populated by many of these misanthropic miscreants and their noxious pets (whom, it must be said, are not to blame) whose rectal extrusions are everywhere to be seen in copious exuberance and nigh on impossible to avoid.

Dog faeces, it seems, are preferable to cyclists, at least on the Wirral Way. I'm not having it! I'm not having it at all.