While this was happening, the islands of (Old) Romney and Lydd were home to the hardy people who lived with the risk of the incoming tide, in a flat, barren landscape. Nearby Burmarsh (the land on the burgh of the Marsh), one of the oldest settlements, was not yet evolving.
The Romans had been gone for the past 400 years. Their fort at Lympne was once built on the top of the hill and at some point (possibly due to an earthquake) it slid to its current position (I can feel another novel coming here!). For the sake of my novel, the fort is still at the top of the hillside. So, having just released a WW2 novel, I find myself in a very different era and very much enjoying learning new things.
While this is all very absorbing for me, how about something to spice things up a bit? Have you ever wondered about St Botolph’s Bridge pub sign? It shows four monks, crossing a drainage ditch at night. Two of them are carrying a coffin and a beam of golden light shines down to show them the way. The body of St Botolph lies in that coffin. He died in Lincolnshire – so what was he doing on Romney Marsh? You'll have to read the novel to find out!