I WAS ONCE TOLD a tale about two warring giants: one who lived in Ireland, the other his English enemy. Their feud of unrecalled origins eventually descended into a rock-flinging match across the water. When one giant’s throw fell short, however, a rock crashed into the Irish Sea. Thus, the Isle of Man came to be. Giant geology aside, it’s said that from its high point, Snaefell, you can see seven kingdoms: Man, Scotland, England, Ireland, Wales, Manannán (the sea) and Heaven.
Even without the mythologies that encircle our islands like water itself, there is romance in standing on the edges with an eye on the horizon. The symmetry of sea and sky punctuated with soaring mountains is an idyllic trifecta. Admittedly, you can achieve this on our mainland coastal…