Blarney

Next was the Blarney castle, which we didn’t even bother to see.  It would have meant over a hundred steps up to the Blarney stone, which my husband couldn’t have done with his knee and no way could I bend my back to kiss the stone, so we stayed at the bus.  Three hours to wait.  But right at the lot was the Blarney Woolen Mills Outlet, just like the outlet malls in California.  Tons of name brand merchandise on sale for ultra high prices.  We did have a nice lunch of soup and bread.