St Michaels Mount is probably one of the most romantic places in England; a fairy tale castle standing on top of a tiny island 400 yards off the Mounts Bay coast of Cornwall. It is united with the town of Marazion by a man-made causeway and can be reached on foot at low tide.
It is said that a giant once lived on The Mount; he was named Cormoran and he used to wade ashore to steal cows and sheep to eat because, being a giant Cormoran had an enormous appetite.
But….one night, a local lad, Jack rowed out to the island and dug a deep pit while old Cormoran was sleeping off his last big meal of knocked-off livestock.
When the sun came up, our hero, Jack blew a horn to wake the giant up, who, still half asleep staggered down from the summit….was blinded by the rising sun…fell into the pit and died. Poor giant.
The Mount has been a place of pilgrimage for centuries and the devout have come here and looked out over the rocky ledge on the western side of the island. It was here…where an ancient stone chair stands, that, according to another legend the Archangel St Michael appeared to a group of fisherman in the year 495.
Hmm, one wonders if said fisherman hadn’t partaken of too much cider that evening.
But the Mount is steeped in spiritual energy and religious roots and although most of the people who go their now are tourists, the spirit of the past and the pilgrims (the tourists of their day) who sought spiritual comfort and enlightenment there is very much alive and well on Saint Michael’s Mount.