We started with the understated  (Cashel Rock) then the overexposed (Blarney Castle). Afterwards it was a bed and breakfast over a pub. It rained, it misted and if we complained there was always someone to remind us that this is Ireland.

So Henna was the only one brave enough to kiss the stone. Blarney Castle and Gardens is actually a lot more than a kissable rock. It is a lot of paths and ancient ruins as well as a running river.   Easily worth spending the day.

Cashel Rock was a mighty good roadside attraction of epic historic proportions. About a thousand years old it figured well in the spread of Christianity and includes a rare round tower and a lot of sweeping views of the Irish country side.

Driving from Blarney Castle the road twisted and the locals gave a friendly blast of the horn whenever they saw me coming (especially when I drifted a bit too far to the right). We pulled into a bed and breakfast over a pub and then settled into pints, pool, and whiskey. There was a very friendly and gassy terrier for Henna to play with. Corey beat two locals at pool. I learned a little about Galic football and other Celtic traditions. Love this island.

Henna, our new friend Dylan, and Corey