Opening credits prologue: " The world, according to the best geographers, is divided into Europe, Asia, Africa, America and Romney Marsh".
The Marsh lies where Kent ends and Sussex begins.
A place apart, which man has slowly won, acre by acre, from the sea. A flat land, flat as the sea-bed it once was, and a Marsh only in name, for man has transformed bog and reeds into pasture. An austere land of windswept distances and scattered communities. Lonely now, but lonelier still in 1905.