Sherragh Vane

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This small group of tholtans are situated deep in the trees in the heart of Tholt y Will Plantation, Craigmooar means Great Rock or Crag.

Craigmooar belongs to a small group of nearby hill farms (now tholtans) namely Killabrega, Sherragh Vane and Bulrhenny.

It is believed that Craigmooar was about 80 acres in total and apparently In 1874, there was a woman and her daughter recorded living here as being unable to speak anything other than Manx, probably some of the last people to be like that on the Island.

This particular group of tholtans took some finding but it was well worth it and makes you realise just how hard life would have been for the inhabitants of these isolated hill farms.

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Craigmooar Tholtan © Peter Killey - www.manxscenes.com

Craigmooar Tholtan © Peter Killey - www.manxscenes.com

Craigmooar Tholtan © Peter Killey - www.manxscenes.com

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Old Thatching Stones on Sherragh Vane Tholtan in Tholt y Will Plantation in Sulby.

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Sherragh Vane Tholtan © Peter Killey - www.manxscenes.com

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High up in Tholt y Will Plantation in Sulby you will find these crofters ruins which was the setting of a poem by T.E. Brown, called ‘Kitty of the Sherragh Vane’, an extract of this famous Manx Poem is below;

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Sherragh Vane © Peter Killey - www.manxscenes.com

Well, I tell ye, the first time ever I seen her,
She wasn’ much more till a baby –
six years, maybe,would have been her age;
and the little clogs at her,
clitter-clatter,
and her little hand
in mine, to show me the way, you’ll understand,
down yander brew,
and me a stranger too,
that was lost on the mountain;
And the little sowl in the house all alone,
and for her to be goin
the best part of a mile –
bless the chile!
Till she got me right –
and not a bit shy, not her
Nor freckened, but talkin away as purty
as a woman of thirty-
And-“That’s the way down to the School,” says she,
“and Saul and me is goin there every day;
you’ll easy find the way! –
and turns, and off like a bird on the wing,
Aw, a bright little thing.
 
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