Now we all have the "gift of the gab" as apposed to speaking 'baloney' - that's the difference between the two, you see!
Strolling back from our venture to the very top of the Castle, we sneaked a tentative peak inside Witches Cave and no sooner were we eyeballed by, not only an evil raven, but also a "lucky" black cat (in Ireland they really are a symbol of 'luck'). At the exit His Royal Lordship was there to bid us all a fond farewell.
A somewhat rainy drive and we arrived in Ireland's oldest village for lunch, Kinsale, which is of course a tiny fishing village whose harbour is flanked on either side by foreboding forts. The next village we stopped at was Crosshaven for an expansive view across the bay, of Cobh (Titanic's last port of call).
Home for drinks and dinner.
Got to wonder how many lips went there before...........just saying !
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