We had a lovely weekend in Cork. A trip to Inchidonny Strand and Clonakilty on Friday, a beautiful meal in the Liberty Grill on Friday Night, shopping on Saturday and Blarney Castle on Sunday.
Yes, I kissed the Blarney Stone.
Or more accurately I kissed somewhere in the vicinity of the Blarney Stone as I don't see too well without glasses and my eyes clampled shut as I hang upside down off the top of a 14th Century ruin with a lad holding my legs while his mate takes a photo.
No, I didn't buy the photo either.
But it was a wonderful day out. The Rock Close gardens were incredible. So here are a couple of pictures (when I can add them). Hang on a sec...
Window at Blarney Castle
Blarney Castle. On the front (left hand side of picture, at the top, you can just about make out the iron railings. This is where the Blarney Stone is. On the top of the battlements, you lie on your back and lower yourself out to grap the inner rails while an "official" (read lad) holds your legs. It all looks a bit odd, but imagine sticking your upper body, backwards down a medieval castle toilet. No, not scary at all. Honest!
Just past the tunnel entrance to the Rock Close, this tree appears to have grown out of the rocks. The same think happened over the cave called The Witch's Kitchen, but my photos are too dark. Gorgeous, atmospheric place though.
The Rock Close. See what I mean? :D