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Welcome to Bite sizedFolklore. Short episodes with long
shadows. I'm Jodie. And todaywe set sail into the stormy waters
off Scotland's northwest coastinto a strait known as the Minch.
It's a place where the seafeels ancient, where the wind carries
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whispers in a language olderthan memory. And where, if the legends
are true, something blue stirsbeneath the waves. These are the
blue men of the Minch Seaspirits, tricksters and tempters.
And today I'm going to betelling you all about them. Between
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the Isle of Lewis and mainlandScotland lies the Minch. A deep,
narrow stretch of waternotorious for rough weather, shifting
tides and sudden storms. Forcenturies, Hebridean fishmen have
told of strange encounters inthese waters. Tall blue skinned men,
human in shape, butotherworldly in presence. Known in
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Gaelic as Na fir Ghorma. Theblue men are said to live in underwater
caves and emerge only when thesea is restless. They swim alongside
boats, climb onto decks, andmost unusually, they speak in riddles,
in rhymes. And your answermight determine whether you live
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or whether you drown. Butdon't confuse them with selkies or
mermaids. The blue men are notlooking for love. They're looking
for a contest, a challenge ofwit. One of the most well known tales
of the blue men of the Minchcomes from Donald A. Mackenzie. He's
a folklorist who wrote in theearly 20th century. A merchant ship
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was making its way through theMinch, the sails straining under
a sullen sky. The wind haddropped and the air was thick. There
was that heavy, waiting kindof silence that sailors learn to
fear. Suddenly, a voice rosefrom the water, low and lyrical.
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Man of the black cap, what doyou say as your proud ship cleaves
the brine? The captain,understanding the danger and perhaps
knowing the tales, didn'thesitate. He leaned over the raining
and called out. My speedy shiptakes the shortest way and I'll follow
you line by line. But the blueman wasn't done. My men are eager.
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My men are ready to drag youbelow the waves. And the captain
boulders brass answered back.My ship is speedy. My ship is steady.
If it sank, it would wreckyour caves. There was silence. The
sea grew still. Then, with asplash, the blue men vanished. The
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storm never came and the shippassed safely into open waters. That's
how the stories go. If youcatch the blue men's rhyme, you.
You win your life. If youfalter, you'll be dragged into the
depths. Another tale recordedin Superstitions of the Highlands
and Islands by John Gregerson.Campbell tells of a rare event, the
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capture of a blue man. A crewof fishermen were out during a rare
calm. The sea was like glass.As they drifted, they saw something
lying on the surface. A man,blue, skinned, breathing slow, as
if he was asleep on the water.They rowed closer, quietly, carefully,
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and they roped him in. Theypulled him into their boat. His skin
was cold and his lips wereblue, but he didn't wake. Then the
sea began to stir. Two figuresappeared in the water, swimming toward
the boat. Other blue men. Onecalled out, duncan will be one. The
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other answered, donald will betwo. Before the fisherman could make
sense of it, the captive satbolt upright. His eyes burned like
salt fire. With a snap, theropes fell from him like spider thread.
He stood, soaking and furious,and he bellowed, ian Mor has no need
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of help. Then he doveoverboard. Gone in a heartbeat. The
sea calmed. The other twodisappeared. And the fishermen? They
went straight home and told noone for weeks. When they finally
did, the village didn't laugh.They just nodded. So where do the
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blue men come from? One theorysuggests they're a fading memory
of Norse raiders. They weretattooed or painted warriors, seen
from the shore, misunderstoodas sea spirits. And others claim
they're descended from gods ofIreland and the Highlands, driven
underground or underwater. Amore spiritual take says that they're
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falling angels, not evilenough for hell, but cast into the
sea to roam forever. And yet,unlike meadows or sirens or selkies,
there are no close parallelsto the blue men in Celtic folklore.
Their love of rhyme andchallenge is. Is unusual. Their behaviour,
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half playful, half deadly,even more so. And they seem to be
entirely local to the watersaround the Isle of Lewis. That makes
them one of Scotland's mostunique supernatural traditions. The
blue men haven't been seen orat least spoken of very much in the
modern day. But their storiessurvive in the voices of sailors,
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in the lines of old books, andin the mists that roll off the minch
when the weather turns. Somelocals still say if the sea goes
strangely still, if the fogmoves against the wind, you might
hear a voice call from underthe water. Man of the black cap,
what do you say? And if youdo, be ready with a rhyme. It might
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just save your life. Thank youfor joining me on another episode
of Bite Sized Folklore. If youenjoyed this deeper dive into the
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watch the waves.