In so many ways this was not the type of spot we are drawn to. The Blarney Castle couldn’t get more touristy. Between the tour buses and the swarms of tourists it’s easy to brush this one off.
But then you make your way to the top, climbing along a fun narrow, windy, stone staircase, with the wind howling through the various stone hallways and watch your kids faces light up they lean back to kiss the Blarney Stone at the top. At that moment you realize this 600 year old castle has more to offer than the tshirt in the gift shop.
On Monday we left Dublin and made it to Waterford. We stayed overnight at a small dairy farm in Waterford and woke up early to see the farm in action. Sophia was happily put to work.
After a big Irish breakfast we bumped along the back roads and took our time along a beautiful drive to Cork. I shot 4 or 5 rolls just along that drive alone.
The weather here is quite remarkable. Within 30 minutes you can find yourself in the middle of massive rain to be followed by clouds and then a bright sun. And then it happens all over again a few hours later.