Photographs can be viewed more clearly and in larger format by 'left clicking' on the first image then scrolling.
It would be safe to assimilate Cork
with the 1970 Isle of Wight Festival in as much that if you can remember
it you weren't there. Good job then that we had the cameras clicking
away both day and night. This morning it was an early taxi ride to the
outskirts of the city and to the world famous 
On the way our driver pointed out the home of footballer Roy Keen.
Set in hundreds of acres of beautiful parkland
complete
with lots of beautiful people who you would be able to see if those 2
idjuts (as the Paddy's say) would get out of the frekin' way!
The un-eloquent (if there is such a word) were about to be converted, while
already some were being initiated
our turn would come later but first a look around the Castle Grounds.
For
unknown reasons, I had always imagined the Blarney Stone to be a well
close to the river but as previously stated it is high on the castle
ramparts, now began the long climb with fantastic sights en-route.
There were a good number of tourists but little of a wait as we finally approached the ritual site.
First
problem for the 'Skinny Kids' amongst us was getting down on you back,
not a problem in the days when I was suppose to have been working.
Today there was a bit of creaking before grabbing the support rails either side.
and on the subject of 'eloquence', there's always one who has to lower the tone. The sign quite clearly said NO TONGUES - Yuk!
We
all passed with flying colours and just compare with the image above,
OOZING ELOQUENCE or what? Final port of call within the Castle Grounds
was a most interesting
Our Leader usually has a trick or two up his sleeve and we were now about to be led to a meeting with
The Man In Black himself, Johnny Cash who was known to visit a pub just across the road
It took a full 'four pints' before Jim came to the conclusion he had got it wrong and we decanted to the
just a few paces away. "Aye to be sure, to be sure this is the place", famous
last words of Jim the Medic, no one within had a clue what the hell he
was on about and also pointed out that Cash had past away a full 9 years
ago. It was 13:00 as we entered the pub for a couple more and a bite to
eat followed by a return to Garnish House to spruce up for the evening.
As a footnote it would be appropriate to make mention of the hugely
warm welcome we have received during the trip so far. The
professionalism, kindness, help etc of taxi drivers, bar and restaurant
staff, along with the general public and all else has made this a great
visit, we were not to know there was even better to come that evening
which will have to wait for tomorrow's post.
So pleased to be back in the saddle with service returned to normal.
