|Now obviously being in the town of Blarney I was going to visit Blarney Castle. It is a quick drive from where I had stayed and due to the early hour of my arrival, wasn't too busy.
The gardens and general area is very nice and the castle is defiantly photo worthy.
Of course most people take this chance to climb the castle to kiss the Blarney Stone. Did I do this? No. Why? Well due to the stress I had gone through on the tube to Heathrow Airport, I had developed a hell of a cold sore on my lower lip.
Now I had intended to do the whole thing and really this could very well be my only chance. But I wouldn't like to think that I had touched my lips to the stone after someone had kissed it with an infectious disease, so I did the right thing and gave up the opportunity. It sucks but it was the right thing to do as far as I was concerned.
I did however buy the certificate that states that you have kissed the Blarney stone. Now considering I did the right thing and had good intentions, I figured I was entitled to one. But if anyone ever asks me, I'll own up to being a phoney.
My next stop was up the N22 to Killarney. This is also where I stopped for the night. I'd actually hoped that Killarney would be more to catch my attention but other than the use of colours, didn't do a lot for me.