Survey finds the harbour wall sound for another decade
Divers inspected the Victorian footings and found less wear than feared.
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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Post office counter saved inside the newsagent's
The counter moves across the street but keeps its hours.
Running club's relay team third in the county
Six runners, six legs of five miles, and the fastest final leg of the day.
Pottery course returns to the old sail loft
Six evenings, a kiln lent by the school, and clay from the estuary bank.
Seal pups counted on the sandbank: nineteen this year
The wardens' annual count is up from fourteen, and the colony is spreading east.
A wet June, a dry August: the summer in numbers
The school's weather station recorded the driest August since it began logging in 2009.
The pool reopens with a new roof and the same water
Eight months of work; the pool itself was drained for only two of them.
An exhibition of the same view, three hundred and sixty-five times
A photographer stood on the harbour wall every day for a year at high water.
New pilot boat named after a harbourmaster
The boat carries the name of the man who ran the harbour for thirty-one years.
The town bus takes the long way round from September
The new route serves the estate and adds eight minutes to the loop.
Floodlights for two of the tennis courts
Play until nine in the winter, if the planning condition on the lamp height holds.
The museum's oyster smack sails again
Three years of work on a boat built in 1889.
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.