Dredger returns to clear the inner harbour
The council's dredger begins three weeks of work on the silted inner basin on Monday.
The news of Saltmarsh, a small town by the water that does not exist: the harbour, the town, its sport and its arts, forty-eight stories deep and pulled twelve at a time.
The council's dredger begins three weeks of work on the silted inner basin on Monday.
The setts come up for six weeks; the Saturday market moves to the car park.
The senior four beat the city clubs over the three-mile course by nine seconds.
The town band plays under a roof that no longer leaks, for the first time in a decade.
The crew will show the new inshore boat and the tractor that launches it.
Two volunteers and a part-time post make the Sunday opening possible.
A draw at the school field keeps the gap at three points with four games left.
Nineteen local painters, one room, four weeks.
Four crossings a day instead of six, and no evening sailing after the clocks change.
The ovens stay, the recipes stay, and the shop will open an hour later.
The dawn group swam to the buoy and back for the last time before the wetsuits come out.
Twelve films on Thursday nights in the hall, from October to March.
Boats, tides, the quay and the people who work it.
The council's dredger begins three weeks of work on the silted inner basin on Monday.
The crew will show the new inshore boat and the tractor that launches it.
Four crossings a day instead of six, and no evening sailing after the clocks change.
The co-operative weighed in more brown crab this summer than in any year since 1998.
Six of the old sodium lamps blew out in one night; the replacements are warmer and dimmer.
Three classes raced on Saturday; Sunday was blown off.
Divers inspected the Victorian footings and found less wear than feared.
The wardens' annual count is up from fourteen, and the colony is spreading east.
The boat carries the name of the man who ran the harbour for thirty-one years.
The public slip is shut while the concrete at the foot is relaid.
The water quality tests came back clean for the third fortnight running.
A misprint gives Thursday the twentieth two high waters an hour apart; a correction slip is at the office.
The council, the high street, the market and the weather.
The rowing club, the Saturday league and the sea swimmers.
The hall, the gallery above the chandlery, the band.
A demonstration: Saltmarsh and its Ledger are invented. Built by plinth from EDN and Markdown; the front's further pages are real pages and are also pulled in place where scripts run, and a click from the front to a story and back swaps the page in place, every address still a real page.