Left hand driving, no sleep for hours, roundabouts and a general lack of signage had me cursing up a storm all the way from Shannon to Waterford.
We stayed at this quaint little place outside Waterford for 4 days including Easter.
Two year old Bailey drank warm milk each day. She calls it "hot juice". If she only new the conditions under which it was made.
Occupied by the Cistercian Monks in 1180 and Brittany and Bailey in 2000. The monks were into bloodletting and drinking 8 pints of beer a day. On this trip the girls were into orange soda and pacifiers.
Greetings from the Book of Bob!
I hid in the bushes for hours to snap this candid shot.
Back home at Foxmount. My wife Christy rushes off at dinner due to what is now called the "lamb incident" I suppose I went to far describing the slaughter process on the farm to the woman that collects rabbits.
Blowers have a 40% discard rate. They don't get paid for mistakes. Take that to America where we have laws protecting underachievers.
Half-pint Bailey and her Nanny enjoy the enclosed playground situated outside Jack Meades pub. Dad is parked at a picnic table downing a Gunness. Something for everyone.
Snapped this through an arrow slot in the wall of the 13th century Cahir Castle.
In Ireland they are constantly trying to give away their potato crop at every meal. Boiled or Mashed? Mashed or Boiled? It's the adopt a bland potato program. Someone show them how to make hashbrowns or potato pancakes will you.
We bent over backwards to kiss the stone.
