Town
Porthgrey
A fishing town on the far western coast of Cornwall, all slate roofs, steep lanes and salt wind. In 1953 it had ten districts, one harbor, one ferry, one constable and a great many opinions.
An estuary cuts the town in two. On the far side lie Mill End, Kingsgate and the Saltings; on the town side, the Customs House, the Narrows and the old heart of Porthgrey. The harbor ferry joins them, and in 1953 the Harbor Master wrote down every crossing it made.
Once a year, on Lantern Night, every window and every boat is lit, and the town's population doubles.
Map
Westcut. Newer houses beyond the railway cutting. Newcomers, mostly, and newcomers notice things.St. Brannoc's. The church, the school and the only tea room in Porthgrey that stays open past six.Lamplight Hill. Villas with a view of the bay, and residents who prefer the view to the neighbors.Old Town. Crooked cottages and narrower gossip. Everybody here knew Silas Penhallow, and most had an opinion.Mill End. The old tide mill, the brewery and the terraces of the men who work them.The Narrows. Alleys so tight two people cannot pass without one of them stepping into a doorway.Kingsgate. The market square, the bank and the Anchor Hotel, where the visitors sleep.Harborside. Net lofts, fish cellars and the Customs House. The smell of tar never quite leaves your coat.Quay Row. Boatyards and chandlers. Anyone who owns a boat has business here sooner or later.The Anchor Hotel. The only proper hotel in Porthgrey, on the market square in Kingsgate, run in 1953 by Mrs.The Saltings. Marsh cottages at the edge of town, reached by a causeway that floods at high tide.The Customs House. A Georgian building of grey granite on the Harborside quay, with an outside stair of fourteen stone steps rising to the upper door.A small lantern flickers on the Customs House stairs. "His lantern was still burning."
Districts
- Harborside — Net lofts, fish cellars and the Customs House. The smell of tar never quite leaves your coat.
- Old Town — Crooked cottages and narrower gossip. Everybody here knew Silas Penhallow, and most had an opinion.
- Lamplight Hill — Villas with a view of the bay, and residents who prefer the view to the neighbors.
- Mill End — The old tide mill, the brewery and the terraces of the men who work them.
- The Narrows — Alleys so tight two people cannot pass without one of them stepping into a doorway.
- St. Brannoc's — The church, the school and the only tea room in Porthgrey that stays open past six.
- Westcut — Newer houses beyond the railway cutting. Newcomers, mostly, and newcomers notice things.
- Kingsgate — The market square, the bank and the Anchor Hotel, where the visitors sleep.
- The Saltings — Marsh cottages at the edge of town, reached by a causeway that floods at high tide.
- Quay Row — Boatyards and chandlers. Anyone who owns a boat has business here sooner or later.