South Ronaldsay is part of the Orkney archipelago, the southernmost island, which has been linked to Orkney Mainland since the completion of the Churchill Barriers on the 12th May 1945 - see ishmael passim (https://mrishmael.blogspot.com/search?q=italian+chapel). Before a roadway was laid across the seas, South Ronaldsay

was a self contained little community, with a general stores,
 a tailor's shop, cobbler, a blacksmiths, and lots of churches. To get 
up to Kirkwall, it was necessary to embark on a sea voyage. The 
principal town, now with a population of 550 souls, the third  largest 
town in Orkney, after Kirkwall and Stromness, is St Margaret's Hope, 
known locally as the Hup.  
The
 eponymous Margaret, born in 1283, was the only child of King Eric II of
 Norway. Her mum, Margaret, daughter of King Alexander III of Scotland, 
died following childbirth and her dad was only 15, so baby Margaret was 
brought up in the household of the Bishop of Bergen. The dynastic 
marriage of her parents was arranged by treaty in 1281, which provided 
that her mum and heirs would succeed to the throne of Scotland if there 
were no legitimate heirs of King Alexander. Alexander's three children 
predeceased him and Alexander died in 1283 after falling from his horse 
in a storm, thus Margaret became Queen of Scotland at the age of 3. It 
was arranged that Margaret would marry Prince Edward of Caernavon, son 
of King Edward 1 of England, thus unifying Scotland and England. 
Negotiations took a while, but in August 1290, Margaret embarked on her 
journey from Norway to Scotland, where she was to be inaugurated as 
monarch at Scone, the
 ceremonial inauguration site for the Scottish throne. During the 
journey, she became gravely ill and her ship put into Orkney, which was 
then a Norwegian archipelago. She died, aged 7,  in the arms of the 
Bishop of Bergen, in September 1290. Many hopes died with Margaret that 
day. Her body was returned to Bergen, where her father, King Eric, had 
the coffin opened to verify that it was, indeed, his daughter.   
How,
 you may ask, was a 7 year old child canonised? Why is the town called 
St. Margaret's Hope rather than Queen Margaret's Hope? Enter an
 earlier contender for the origin story. Margaret was the daughter of 
the English prince Edward the Exile and his wife Agatha. After the death
 of her husband, Agatha set sail for the continent with her children.  However, a storm drove their ship north where they were shipwrecked in 1068 in South Ronaldsay, Orkney and given refuge by King Malcolm III of Scotland, who subsequently married  young Margaret, by whom he had many kings. Margaret died in 1093 and was canonised.  There is an early chapel in South Ronaldsay dedicated to her. 
 So
 -  the 1290 Margaret certainly had a frustrated Hope, but wasn't a 
saint, whereas the  1093 Margaret was a Saint, but I don't know what she
 had to be Hopeful about. I imagine the two Margarets have become 
amalgamated over time. This is the little town of St Margaret's Hope in 
South Ronaldsay:

Once a year, the Boys'
  Ploughing Match and the Festival of the Horse is held in South
 Ronaldsay. It's a local thing. A very local thing. They've been at it 
for 200 years. It used to be held in a kailyard (vegetable garden) in 
St. Margaret's Hope, but it got too big and so was relocated to the 
Sands of Wright in South Ronaldsay. 
Originally, only young boys had participated, either in
  the ploughing or being dressed as the horse (mimicking the Clydesdale horse
  decoration), but following a revival in the 20th century, it was decided
  girls could take part, but only as horses.



The judges look for the best start, which includes how the
  boys set the dreels, and the neatest ending of their work, as well as the
  overall ploughing. No help is allowed when ploughing. The fathers,
  grandfathers and uncles can only stand back and watch and hope their
  painstaking tuition has paid off.

The "horse" outfits, as pictured above, are
  spectacular. A collar, hat, belt and feet decorations are added, a tail can be fixed to the jacket and pom-poms or
  fringes sewn on the cuffs to resemble the forefeet.
  When
 you live on an island, you have to make your own entertainment. It was 
cancelled in 2020, but in the unlikely event that you want to join in 
the fun, this years' Festival and Ploughing Match are scheduled for 21st
 August 2021.
6 comments:
Some very complicated history, there, Mrs I. Is it true that Orcadians (is that the collective noun?) all have webbed feet?
Sacred is the norm, eh, mr mike? Syndactyly affecting the feet is not terrifically unusual, occurring in approximately one in 2,000 to 2,500 live births. I don't know whether the incidence is greater in Orkney, cos everyone I see wears shoes. I once knew a couple from the Isle of Dogs, which is DahnSarf - he had webbed toes and his daughter did. Both of them had corrective surgery in infancy, cos they would have had to only wear custom built shoes - in addition to the fusing and webbing, they had six toes.
There have been some genetic studies of Orcadians and I may write up a blog post on the unique genetic profile of Orcadians when I get a round tuit.
Orkney does have the highest percentage of Multiple Sclerosis per capita in the whole entire world, and the percentage of autism is also startlingly high.
Despite this, Orcadians enjoy the longest life expectancy in Scotland (well, anyone lives longer than Weegies, unless you are unfortunate enough to live in a war zone.)
"What's all this shouting? We'll have no trouble here. This is a local shop for local people."
It could just as easily have been Orkney. Here in Bandit Country we are infested with Morris Dancers. If the wokerati could see, the county would be cancelled in a moment.
I've always thought that Orkney has much in common with Royston Vasey, or indeed,Craggy Island. The episode with the fun fair, in which the star attraction is sitting on a park bench which is then hoisted into the air by a tractor always puts me in mind of Stromness Shopping Week.
Yes, that's the problem with watching Ted, mrs i, I have met those people. Some of them are relatives.
Never mind, mr mongoose - at least they're not Belfast folk.
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