Episode
Day 1864
Day 1864 in Seahaven Springs, under sunny skies. Commotion at The Anchor! Bram Tidewater and Abel Callahan came to (very gentle) blows over a heated debate over the last pickled egg. Abel Callahan is not currently speaking to Bram Tidewater. Abel Callahan is cooling off in the Sheriff's holding cell after the business at The Anchor. Nothing bad ever happens here — but something is always going on. A Wager on the Weather reaches its conclusion. Goodnight, Truman. In case we don't see you: good afternoon, good evening, and goodnight.
OPEN THIS DAY IN THE BROADCASTWhat was announced
00:00The radio in Truman Beaumont's kitchen has been persuaded to play his favourite song. He is singing along, badly.
07:00The Town Hall clock and the bakery clock disagree by two minutes. Both are certain.
08:00The Bakery's fresh bread smell has reached the town square. Productivity plummets.
09:00Rain has begun over Seahaven Springs. Umbrellas deployed with suspicious synchronization.
10:00The puddle outside the Sunrise Café has returned to its usual dimensions.
11:54The weather does something nobody predicted, which is somehow typical of this place.
14:00The rain has cleared. A rainbow appeared at a frankly cinematic angle.
16:00The orchard is loud with bees. Nobody has been stung in living memory.
17:00A kite is stuck in the big park tree. A committee is forming.
18:00The tide is out further than usual. Toby Tanner has gone to look at what it left behind.
19:00The light over Seahaven Springs this evening is almost unreasonably good.
20:00An unclaimed umbrella has been standing by the café door for three days.
21:00Rain has begun over Seahaven Springs. Umbrellas deployed with suspicious synchronization.
22:18Bram Tidewater has thanked every chair in The Anchor for its service.
22:20Hattie Whitlow has declared this the finest town in the world. Twice.
22:22Abel Callahan has proposed a toast to the concept of Thursdays.
22:26Orson Ferris is negotiating with a bar stool and appears to be losing.
22:43The Anchor's piano is being played by Opal Ferris, who cannot play piano.
22:45Iris Brody offered to buy the room a drink, then checked a pocket.
23:00Commotion at The Anchor! Bram Tidewater and Abel Callahan came to (very gentle) blows over a heated debate over the last pickled egg.
23:00Sheriff Brody has invited Abel Callahan to spend the night in the cells. Everyone agrees this is for the best.
What was said
06:34Dot Ferris, Kip Doyle · Kip's House
Kip! Clouds rolling in off the bay.
Kip! Clouds rolling in off the bay.
07:20Iris Brody, Bram Tidewater, Lark Ferris, Fern Gorse, Orson Ferris · Sunrise Café
Right, cups down for one moment. Something has happened.★
Right, cups down for one moment. Something has happened.★
08:12Hal Brody, Iris Brody · Sheriff Brody's House
I knew the day would improve if I ran into you.
I knew the day would improve if I ran into you.
08:18Elaine Whitlow, Truman Beaumont · Sunrise Café
Well if it isn't Truman. How's the day treating you?
Well if it isn't Truman. How's the day treating you?
08:46Kip Doyle, Milo Ferris · The Bakery
Milo! Good thinking weather, this.
Milo! Good thinking weather, this.
08:48Bram Tidewater, Hattie Whitlow · Founders Park
Good morning! First proper conversation of the day.
Good morning! First proper conversation of the day.
08:48Orson Ferris, Toby Tanner · Seahaven Mutual
Morning, Toby. Everything feels possible at this hour.
Morning, Toby. Everything feels possible at this hour.
08:55Marla Finch, Iris Brody · Sunrise Café
You have got the hang of it. I am almost redundant.
You have got the hang of it. I am almost redundant.
09:56Rex Callahan, Sal Marino · Promenade House
Sal, you look like someone with five minutes to spare.
Sal, you look like someone with five minutes to spare.
11:23Rex Callahan, Kip Doyle · The Bakery
Morning, Kip. Just the usual today.
Morning, Kip. Just the usual today.
11:56Fern Gorse, Toby Tanner · The Dock
Morning, Toby. Everything feels possible at this hour.
Morning, Toby. Everything feels possible at this hour.
11:58Sal Marino, Abel Callahan · The Salty Gull
You have got the hang of it. I am almost redundant.
You have got the hang of it. I am almost redundant.