Day 5 – Blarney

Ireland would be a great place if it wasn’t for the bloody tourists…

Went to Blarney to kiss the stone – and to catch up with Orla’s family – it was wonderful that they all made an effort to meet us! I’m pretty sure that Orla ordered them to (I have it on good authority that she’s pretty good at bossing them all around). Notwithstanding, it was still great…

More shopping in the Blarney woollen mill (three floors of irish goods – Louise was in her element and we now have enough goods (irish linen, trinkets, …etc) to post home in a post box. I bought a shirt.

Drinks and coffee with the Phelans – inluding Rose, Kieran and family – check the photos, then:

Managed to kiss the Blarney stone almost exactly 50 years after my dad did, so that was pretty cool.  Had plenty of help from Mille and Laoise’ cousin Ruby  (7 years old) getting up and down the stairs. She’s taken a particular fancy to Louise and I.

Once at the top, I had to feel sorry for the old bloke who had to repeat instructions over and over again to the tourists, but credit where credit is due, he managed to keep my shirt from riding up and making me look like a beached whale.

Another really good fun day with the AWESOME Phelans.

That night Louise and I had a memorable meal at Market Lane in Oliver Plunket street, Cork. It was genuinely great food – and I highly recommend it to anyone travelling to Cork…

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