Best crab season since the records began
The co-operative weighed in more brown crab this summer than in any year since 1998.
The Harbour Ledger
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.
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Council sets aside the road money for the hill
The potholes on the hill road get the whole of this year's surfacing budget.
Cricket: a season that turned on one wet Sunday
The club missed promotion by a point after the rained-off match in July was not replayed.
Poets read in the library for the harvest
Four local poets, one visiting, and an open floor for the brave.
New lights for the quay after the autumn gales
Six of the old sodium lamps blew out in one night; the replacements are warmer and dimmer.
Flood gates tested before the equinox tides
Both gates closed in under four minutes; the drill found one stiff hinge.
Bowls green relaid after the summer drought
The green bakes every August; the new drainage should hold the water longer.
Town band appoints a new conductor
The new conductor comes from the city's youth orchestra and starts in October.
Regatta weekend brings forty boats to the bay
Three classes raced on Saturday; Sunday was blown off.
Allotment waiting list halved by the new field
Twenty-four new plots open on the glebe field behind the church.
Junior sailing week: thirty-two children, no capsizes recorded
The instructors say the record is as much about the weather as the sailing.
Shanty festival fills the quay for a weekend
Nine crews, two stages, and the quay closed to traffic for the first time.
Harbour
Boats, tides, the quay and the people who work it.
Town
The council, the high street, the market and the weather.
Sport
The rowing club, the Saturday league and the sea swimmers.
Arts
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.