Blarney......not Baloney

It seems incredulous to me that the main topic of conversation on the radio today was that Bono had lost one of his Peacocks, namely his breeding pea- hen.  Everyone in his county was ringing the radio station with citing’s of his way ward bird. From the beautiful city of Kinsale through to the majestic Blarney Castle the airwaves were running hot on the discussion of how much these bleeding birds pissed everyone off, the mating calls of the peacocks and how to manage these large birds without sustaining injury or embarrassment.

So onto the Blarney Castle, well I think the pictures sat it all really, a richly historic place that has received enough EU grants to deservedly preserve this castle. The Blarney homestead is a working home of the current Lord and Lady who actually live on site.

Climbing to kiss the Blarney stone was interesting; I mean the folk then must have been skinny and wiry, as I watched my gorgeous boyfriend climb (squeeze up) the stairs. This was then validated when my Darling went to buy an Irish Rugby jersey and they only went up to “medium”. No class at these bloody gift shops.

We spent 6 hours at the Blarney Castle grounds and loved every minute. On the road at 2.00pm and travelled through

Dripsey

Coachford

Killynardrish

Macroom

Kilmichael

Dunmanway where we had lunch at an authentic Irish café where Marty had thermo nuclear bowl of soup that tasted like fallout from the Fukishima Nuclear plant, and never cooled down. It was served by “Bet” from Coro Street whom you didn’t want to argue with at any level. Then through the narrow streets of

Drimoleague

Skibbereen

Roaring Water

Ballydehob

Schull

Toormore

Goleen

Crookhaven

Mizenhead is the most southwestern point of Ireland, and the most magnificent place I have stood for some time. www.mizenhead.ie

Durrus where we had dinner at the Sheep’s head Pub where the menu was Thai food. I love this place.

Tonight we sleep at the sea lodge B and B on the waterfront of the Dunmanus Bay, which is exquisite in its authenticity, and the alarm clock is set for 8.00am to head around the ring of Kerry.