The title of this post refers to a remote, difficult to reach location, 11.6 km off the west coast of Ireland. It was uninhabited prior to the foundation of its monastery here in the 8th or 9th century when Duagh, King of West Munster, fled there after a feud with another local king. So says the legend. The seas can be rough so it is amazing how the journey was managed at that time by either sail or oars.
A Christian monastery was founded there and it is said that the monks helped keep literacy alive during the Dark ages. I think that can be said of many monasteries and nunneries as well. It was abandoned in the 12th century and is now a UNESCO world heritage site. Skellig Michael is difficult to get to but my plan is to visit it at the beginning of August.
A song by Canadian Loreena Mckennitt describes the dying words of a monk from Skellig Michael: