A highlight of our trip to Ireland was going to Blarney Castle. It was a long bus ride from Dublin, but totally worth it. And we were happy not to be driving on all those roundabouts.
Approaching the castle.
Approaching the castle.
The white stuff on the ground?
Frost. Lots of it. It was COLD!
Wow.
You don't say:
Yep, all the way up there:
There was a warning...something about falling rocks. We didn't care.
The stairs going up were very narrow.
The handrail was a vertical rope.
Thank goodness for the rope.
The view from the top was incredible.
A good view of the frost from up here.
The Handy Husband made it too, even though he doesn't like heights.
He doesn't look too disturbed.
OK, here we go.
I assume the position.
And voila, I have kissed the Blarney Stone!
The Handy Husband chose not to.
I don't think he would have enjoyed hanging upside down like that.
The stairs down were bigger, and had a real handrail.
And of course, there was a pub to warm up in afterwards.
OK, here we go.
I assume the position.
And voila, I have kissed the Blarney Stone!
The Handy Husband chose not to.
I don't think he would have enjoyed hanging upside down like that.
The stairs down were bigger, and had a real handrail.
And of course, there was a pub to warm up in afterwards.
