It's fascinating, gradually piecing together the history of the hall and people's memories of it through the centuries since it was built in 1729. Today I raided the friendly local library and found records of 'up river smugglers' sailing their illicit goods up the brackish waters of Rainham Creek. Also a transcript of an advertisement written by the sea captain who bult the house, full of words and phrases to delight a poet's heart. Some will find their way into the poems I'm writing for Remixed Borders.
Then I walked back to the Hall, so excited I fell into a forget-me-not bed!