Unique Aspects of Kent
The mixed cultures of its settlers in the fifth and sixth centuries, its connections with Frankish culture on the Continent—whether interpreted as trade merchandise, marriage gifts or ceremonial exchanges— and its early stabilization and independence as a kingdom continued to be reflected in several uniquely Kentish cultural features, "a constant theme in English social history", H. R. Loyn observed. The institutional evidence for Kent's uniqueness was marshaled by J. E. A. Jolliffe, who instanced the hamlet of free peasant cultivators, not the nucleated village, the inheritance pattern of kindred's common right called gavelkind, and the dominant landscape pattern of the uniquely Kentish lathes, each with its share in the forested Weald, four lathes of East Kent centred on Wye, Canterbury, Lympne and Eastry, and three in West Kent, administered from Rochester.
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