If the body of Ireland is The Emerald Isle, then surely it follows that her veins are made of sapphire? The (true) story goes: that there is nowhere in Ireland that is further than sixty(ish) miles from the sea, and inland there are forty five thousand(ish) miles of waterways and a good pouring of lakes and ponds, then it’s no surprise that water appears central to many of our myths and stories.
One of the things I wanted to do was to confront popular misconceptions about fairy tales, such as ‘fairy tales are all about princes rescuing princesses.’
The first story that I found in this land where I live was The Seal Children, and as we walk the path to Maes Y Mynydd where the story is set, my mind wanders back through selkie stories.
A tale with a handsome prince cursed to live as a monstrous beast and a courageous beauty who consents to be his prisoner in order to save her father.
A story of love, betrayal and impending war became entwined with upheavals that affect the discipline of folklore to this day.
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