Musings from the Isle of Man
This month, after battling horizontal rain, howling winds, an interminable ferry journey and an indigestible egg and cress sandwich, the blog has landed on the Isle of Man for a short break. Mildly ironic, yes, but since there seems to be no Isle of Woman, we will just have to make do. From the very beginning the men living here in the middle of the Irish Sea certainly conformed to male stereotypes, shaping the legends and dominating the narrative. The mythical warrior and sea-god, Mannanan Mac Lir, was apparently the first lord of the island - he wore his magic cloak, rode his magic horse and conjured up magic mists to protect the island. More ‘real’ men followed – Celts, Vikings, pirates, monks and missionaries, and there was a veritable jumble of battles between kings and lords who were mostly named Olaf or Godred. There are visible remains of the stone circles, cairns, carved crosses, churches, graves, castles, walls, harbours and fortifications that mushroomed across this small is...