I heard my father say my grandmother wouldn’t go to bed without the crock of water ready just for them, and bread in the house. —MRS. KINVIG, RONAGUE (QUOTE ON DISPLAY AT THE MANX MUSEUM) TEN days on the Isle of Man. Now that I looked back on it, it seemed that the Isle of Man had beckoned from the middle of the Irish Sea. Of course, what first captured my attention was the fact that it was unbelievably rich in faery lore. There were reports that its great green glens echoed at night with faery music, that people would often get a funny feeling in the woods there, as though they were being watched, or sometimes even hunted by something they couldn’t see. Adventurers in the wilderness would feel uncomfortable, then frightened, and some of them experienced problems with their vision, and a light-headedness that made them worry they might lose consciousness. In her book The Traveller’s Guide to Fairy Sites, Janet Bord writes that there have been such occurrences as recently as 1994.
