What Can Be Saved

Eleanor Howell writes "uneconomic" at the bottom of ruined people's lives for a living. So when a will drags her back to Trellan and hands her sixty per cent of a storm-wrecked Welsh lido — the other forty going to the boy she abandoned eighteen years ago — the arithmetic is obvious. Except her great-aunt left one condition: open the pool by its centenary, or lose it to concrete. Ninety days. One furious builder. Four hundred tonnes of silt.