Thursday, May 5, 2011

A load of old Blarney.

The weather was due to change today so when we got up this morning and the sky was bright-ish we decided to make the trek down to Cork and on to Blarney to visit the “the biggest little village in Ireland” and kiss the Blarney Stone.

Blarney is a charming village and we stopped for a quick shop at the Blarney Woollen Mills for jumpers for our poor shivering daughters. From there it was a short stroll through lovely gardens to the 600 year old Blarney Castle.

The legend of the Blarney Stone is that Robert the Bruce gave Cormac McCarthy, King of Munster, half of the Stone of Scone in gratitude for his support during the battle of Bannockburn in 1314.
We went first to the dungeons and crept in through the narrow and dank tunnels. The ground was uneven and slippery, the walls were wet and slimy, the ceiling was dripping with icy droplets and there was no room to stand at all. It would have been an awfully depressing and dismal place to be kept if you were found guilty of anything back in the day.

Inside, the castle was truly medieval. The stone walls were a metre thick and the spiral staircase just got narrower and steeper the higher we went. The outlook from the top was spectacularly Irish with all shades of green in every direction.
Ahhh, and then to kiss the Blarney Stone.
The legendary stone that bestows magical eloquence on all who kiss it.
All the girls took turns to lie down and bend backwards over the castle wall to press our lips upon the stone to acquire the gift of the gab.   



Will it work?   
Has Paul conveniently gone deaf?

TalkativeLee

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