The Romney marshes -- flat and desolate -- was the land of a proud and -- independent people. Their shores faced the shores of France -- and many was the shipload of wine and brandy smuggled across the sea in defiance of the king's revenue men. Many legends have come from this corner of england -- but none so widely believed or widely feared-- as the legend of the marsh phantoms -- who rode the land on dark misty nights -- and struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed their paths.....