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• It was November when Lindsey went to stay with Tamzin, yet as they punted their way to Dunsford the heat was stifling and the air ominously still. Then suddenly they were hit by tempestuous squalls which dropped back to brooding calm as unexpectedly as they began. Old Jim, the ferryman was waiting for them at Dunsford. "We got a dirty lotter weather brewin' up, or I ent never seen none." His prophesy was correct as by nightfall the worst gale for many, many years was sweeping across Romney Marsh. Its brutal force brought danger and disaster to the village and Tamzin, Meryon and the others found themselves battling ceaselessly in the work of rescue and salvage.