No rest for the wicked ...

Blarney Castle, Cork

Less than 24 hours after arriving home from Turkey, we were back at the airport and gearing up for a bit of Irish craic. This time, the destination was Cork, chosen for no other reason except that we fancied some Guinness, we'd already been to Dublin and Belfast and we thought we might like a bit of blarney stone action, if you know what I mean.

Emma kissing the blarney

Clearly, I enjoyed my time with the blarney. Although god knows I am not in need of the gift of the gab. But it is actually not as easy as it looks to hang upside down, and smack your lips on a bit of stone ...

Carlos couldn't tear himself away from the Blarney