Bluebells in Irish and Scottish Folklore

Along the Salt Fork River in Homer Lake Forest Preserve IL
Malahide Castle, Ireland

I posted parts of this a couple of years ago, but am reposting it with some changes, as it was bluebells season here again and the extravaganza of flowering bluebells is so inspiring. Plus, we were in both Ireland and Scotland last summer, so Irish and Scottish folklore seems more immediate now. We discovered that there is a link between fairies and folklore and bluebells, as our granddaughter had great fun following the Fairy Trail at Malahide Castle, not too far from Dublin. They didn’t find any fairies, but did see a few bluebells.

Board about the Fairy Trail at Malahide Castle
Solving a clue on the Fairy Trail
In the gardens at Malahide

We were recently walking a trail in a local Forest Preserve in Illinois and looking for the flowering bluebells patch that we’ve seen in previous years. And they didn’t disappoint. There were thousands, maybe millions, of them, glowing blue amidst the greenery, all spread out for more than half a mile under the trees along the path. 

This wildflower spectacle is a glorious, enchanting, sight and we returned home feeling refreshed and re-energized. It really is a wonderful example of the healing power of nature, so beguiling we could almost believe in magic again, and so beautiful that we couldn’t stop taking more and more photos! This experience got me thinking about bluebells and a little bit of reading brought up some very interesting facts and ideas.

The Name and Symbolism

The bluebells here in Illinois are a native woodland wildflower, Latin name Mertensia virginica, part of the borage family. So, they are a little different to the European variety, where they are a member of the hyacinth family, Latin name Hyacinthoides non-scripta from the 1970s. Prior to that, it was Endymion non-scriptus. In Greek legend, Endymion was a beautiful, but mortal, young man who was lulled into an eternal sleep by his lover, the moon goddess Selene, so that he would never grow old and die. That’s why the flower is associated with everlasting love and constancy. But, the flowers are all beautiful, and I can easily imagine our Illinois waves of bluebells having just as many meanings and myths as the English ones. It turns out that here and there we also found pink bluebells and a few white ones, and we did find a few bright pink ones in Ireland.

It seems strange to write ” a pink bluebell”
Or a white bluebell!

Another popular meaning for bluebells is humility and sometimes gratitude.

Turns out that this woodland flower is very special in Scottish, and especially Irish, myth and legend. The bluebell is present everywhere in Britain, except Orkney and Shetland. In Scotland bluebells are also called harebells, because it’s believed that witches turn into hares and hide among the flowers. Sometimes they are also known as witches’ thimbles. It was/is a symbol of beauty in Irish myth, and the Irish name is Coinnle corra.

Herbalists believed that bluebells could help prevent nightmares, and could be used as an aid against leprosy, spider-bites and tuberculosis, but the English (and Spanish) bluebell is poisonous. The bulbs are very toxic and this toxicity may be the origin of the superstitious belief that anyone who wanders into a ring of bluebells will fall under fairy enchantment and die soon after. 

Other folklore tales come from a time when forests were forbidding places, and people believed that the bells rang out to summon fairies to their gatherings. Unfortunately, any human who heard a bluebell ring would soon die. 

So, it’s not surprising that it was considered unlucky to trample on a bed of bluebells, because you would anger the fairies resting there.  It was also thought to be unlucky to pick bluebells or bring them into the house. 

However, not all the bluebell’s folklore is quite so gloomy. Some folks believed that by wearing a wreath made of the flowers, the wearer would be induced to speak only truth. Others believed that if you could turn one of the flowers inside out without tearing it, you would eventually win the one you love.

Amazing Uses

The gummy sap of the underground bulbs, which made it useful as a starch substitute, was used as a glue for things such as bookbinding (it’s so toxic that it stops certain insects from attacking the binding) and fixing the tail feathers on arrows! Apparently, the same type of technology is used today: a varnish that covers overhead wires, and the wiring systems of nuclear missiles contains some kind of poison that stops insects, birds, and mice, for example, from chewing the outer casing of the wires, thus preventing a short circuit. 

Who would have thought! 

Knowing this now makes seeing that sea of bell-like flowers even more special and almost magical. If I were in Ireland, for sure I’d be looking out for fairies!

I found a great site that lists many places to find bluebells in Ireland, in April and May https://www.mykidstime.com/ireland/best-places-see-bluebells-ireland/

Loch Ness and its Monster

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The north end of Loch Ness doesn’t prepare one for the size of this body of water

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When we reached the south end of Loch Ness it was raining quite heavily

No trip to Scotland is complete without a bit of monster spotting.

Need a break from tracking down your Scottish roots? Then how about trying to track down “Nessie”, the famous monster in Loch Ness.

Inverness, on the Firth of Moray and the River Ness, close to the north end of  Loch Ness, is a great base for travel and tourism in the Scottish Highlands. It’s a lively little place, with lots to do for the many visitors, including a variety of places to eat and drink.

Even though we’re almost certain that there couldn’t possibly be a monster in the loch, we went looking anyway…as so many thousands (possibly millions) of other tourists do. We wonder why it’s known as a monster. Has it lived up to a reputation of an evil, avaricious nature?

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By the time we got to Castle Urquart, overlooking the Loch, the sun was out again

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Part of Castle Urquart

We drove around Loch Ness from Inverness and went down the east side first, which is less crowded and touristy. From the narrow winding roads you can see Loch Ness from many different angles and viewpoints, and in many different moods, from sparkling blue, and calm, to somber grey, brooding and wind-whipped.

The land is an amazing contrast of gentle pretty countryside, soft green with yellow flowers, sheep and cows, and then the wild bleak heather-covered mountains and moors, strong and seemingly inhospitable, even to some sheep. Copses and woods, lush with ferns and huge rhododendrons, are colorful in early summer with pink and mauve blossoms. So much rain falls every year that the lush green is understandable, but obviously there’s enough sun to power growth too! This is Scotland’s color scheme it seems, green grass, grey stone walls, white sheep, black Galloway cattle, yellow-blooming broom or gorse.

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At Castle Urquart a dark rain cloud appeared…

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…and there was a brief squall

Loch Ness is part of the Great Glen, a huge steep-sided trench carved out by glaciers in the Ice Age. The loch is 22.6 miles long and about a mile wide, and the greatest depth recorded is around 850 feet. It is the largest body of fresh water in UK and deep enough to cover the Empire State Building.

Sightings of a Water Beast go back to 565AD when St. Columba, the Irish missionary-saint, ordered it not to eat one of his followers. The legend persisted as one of life’s mysteries, until in the early 1930’s a Harley Street surgeon took the first photograph of ‘the monster’. Since 1933, when the A82 road was opened on the west side of the Loch, many other people, who are not cranks, are convinced they have seen a moving creature in the water. The most common description is of a creature with one or more humps, a long neck and small head, flippers and a tail.

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But then the sun came out again

But, what is the draw, the magnetic pull of this creature? What image does “Nessie”, as it’s affectionately known, conjure up in our minds? Plesiosaur? Serpent? Dragon?

At ruined Castle Urquart on the west bank we decided to try and find out. At the castle the weather became dark, grey and menacing as we stood at the top of the ancient stone tower, pondering its history. Did the old lords stand here and wonder about creatures in the water below? Rain lashed the surface, creating foamy trails, which could easily appear like air bubbles from some mythical beast below. But, the squall passed and the sun came out, the bright golden light making a mockery of these fanciful musings.

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visitorcenter2We stopped at Drumnadrochit, a village just beyond Castle Urquart, to visit Loch Ness 2000, billed as The Official Loch Ness Exhibition Centre. The exhibition presents a 35-minute walk-through audio-visual experience, using the latest in sound, animation and laser graphics to try and explain the loch and to give the historical background and all the different aspects of what this mysterious phenomenon could be. We saw some of the actual equipment research groups have used, like the sonar devices, the tiny submarine and the huge inflatable boat. We heard more theories; tree stumps, thermoclines, sonic waves, prevailing winds, a diving otter. The analysis seems to be that it’s (almost) certain that there is not a live creature, therefore there must be some other phenomenon which results in the characteristic monster image.

But in the end, there’s no definitive answer. Maybe that’s a good thing: if the researchers could prove conclusively that the monster is not real, this would adversely affect tourism. And tourism is undoubtedly big business, judging from all the tour buses and groups.

What is it about this story? Why does it persist? Is it the power and the breadth of our imaginations? I’m reminded about other mythical beasts, like Big Foot and the Abominable Snowman, whose existence cannot be conclusively disproved, despite our best efforts.

So, we arrived, misbelieving and full of questions, and we left, many questions still unanswered. This is the power of the Nessie story.

http://www.lochness.com

 

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