While in the Isle of Man I stayed in the village of Port Erin, which gets its own post on account of me spending a week there. As the name implies, it’s at the seaside, and is apparently the most populated settlement in the south of the island. It’s a popular destination for tourists.
I spent a week on the Isle of Man at the end of July, so I shall be making posts about that this month. I’m splitting it into multiple posts because I’ve decided it’s silly to stuff an entire week’s worth of stuff into one post when my random wanderings get their own individual posts. But I am going to make sure I get them all done this month.
So the posts I will be doing are this one, then a photos one, then three others. One about Port Erin, the village where we stayed, one about the Manx Electric Railway, which we took a trip on, and one about the two castles we visited, Castle Rushen and Peel Castle. This post will be about the other stuff I did through the week, and about the Isle of Man in general.
The Isle of Man is a UK crown dependency located in the Irish Sea. This means they are British, but not part of the United Kingdom, and they have their own government which the British government doesn’t usually interfere with – they technically can, but there would need to be a very good reason for it. The pound is used on the island, and although they have their own coins and notes there’s a lot of UK money in circulation too. There is a Manx language, which is a Gaelic one.
Sometimes stories hinge on coincidences, and personally I think that’s fine. Sometimes. It depends on the size of the coincidences, the amount of them, and how they are used. I think you can get away with stretching plausibility a bit, but stretch it too far and readers just won’t buy it.
Now, some readers will likely be turned off by any coincidence being used to drive the plot along. But you can say that about a lot of things. You can’t please everyone; the aim is to try to keep a significant amount of readers happy. You want the majority of your readers not to get annoyed at you.
So, the size of the coincidences. I’ll give some examples of what I think is acceptable, and what might be pushing it a bit.
For one, let’s say you have two important characters just happening to bump into eachother at an opportune time. Why are these characters important? Do they have pre-existing links to one another, the villain, or any other important character, or does one or both of them only end up being important because of this meeting? If it’s the latter then it’s not even a coincidence, it’s just something that happens, if it’s the former, then it is. And I think that in many cases it could be an acceptable one. Could be. I’m going to be supremely unhelpful and point out that every story is different, and every writer has to make their own judgement call, taking the opinions of others they’ve let read the story into account.
Embsay Crag is a hill in North Yorkshire. It’s not a big hill, and it doesn’t have a trig point or a summit cairn, but it’s a nice climb and there’s good views from the top. It’s part of Barden Moor, which is part of the Bolton Abbey Estate. The estate stretches pretty far beyond the sort of main, central bit. I think Embsay Crag and Reservoir are towards the edge of it, I’m not entirely sure where exactly the borders are.
Anyway. Barden Moor is used for grouse hunting, and walking is restricted during the grouse hunting season. I’m not sure if the entire moor is closed off, but it’s something to be careful about. Oh, and there’s some bits of it you’re not allowed to take dogs on. Basically, it’s privately owned land, so it can be subject to restrictions, so if you’re planning to go walking there it’s a good idea to check if you’re OK to first.
Should I tell you why I love you?
Well, I haven’t got a clue.
You’re selfish, cruel and vicious
There’s no love for me in you.
In fact, no love for anyone
Your heart must be made of ice
You do what you want, and let
Other people pay the price.
And it’s not like you can’t help it
This is how you choose to be
You’re blatantly a monster
And who knows that best but me?