Allcorn's Country Home Blarney
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We left Galway and headed towards Tipperary. Yes, singing the whole way, It's a Long way to Tipperary. Unfortunately we only know the first two lines. Along the way we had to make a stop at Castle Waller. My whole married life Peter has told me about his castle in Ireland. Well I use that term loosely, it was a castle. It is now a ruin with a house built ...
... Ireland's past. We climbed throughout the castle and Dayna kissed the Blarney Stone, with automated pictures taken of course (pick them up at the visitor's center). I took free pictures and passed on kissing the stone. More Blarney and a case of lip fungus I don't need from kissing a dirty old stone. But the view from the top of the castle (unless you are hanging upside down kissing a rock) ...
... I leave Cork and Blarney Castle, let me just say that if you were going to skip this part of Ireland because it is ‘too touristy’ or a ‘tourist trap’, don’t! We could have easily spent 4-5 hours there. The castle itself did not take much time, but the grounds are extensive and beautiful. And if Blarney House is open, I am sure that is also very cool. So take a chance! And if you are feeling really adventurous, kiss that ...
... when we walk out of the theater so we head home.
Elizabeth cooks potato and leek soup for dinner. She listens to her itunes radio channel on Mumford and Sons and gazes out the kitchen window, cutting vegetables. She can see cows meandering into the pasture behind the house. They take up residence mowing the lawn as she finishes the soup. We eat out on the patio, with the sun shining down on us. It's a beautiful evening.
Woke to fog this morning, but by the time we had breakfast it had cleared, so with another beautiful day in sight we headed off to the Ring of Kerry.
As we were going ant-clockwise the first town was Killorglin which was nestled on a scenic river. There was a woollen mill there but as I entered to have a look so did three coach loads of tourists....bloody tourists....and you couldn't move in the shop nor get served so decided to leave ...