Pictures Worth at Least 100 of My Words

As we got into our "hired" car to drive back to Dublin from our weekend away on the southern coast of the country Mark said....
"we're going to have to think up something good to say we did."
It wasn't that we didn't have a lovely time, we did. It just wasn't the most groundbreaking trip ever. With that in mind, I've opted for more pictures than words to give you an idea of where we were.

That's the castle in Kilkenny. Mark said if he got a castle some day he might like something like this one. We didn't go inside, the tours for the afternoon were sold out. We did eat our picnic lunch on the castle grounds though. We had a discussion about what constituted the front yard and back yards of a castle. We also discussed (and disagreed) about where you should have formal gardens and where you should have informal gardens.. front yard or back yard of the castle? I suppose if you actually live in a castle you don't refer to any of it as the "yard."
I vote formal front yard, informal back yard.... for the record.

This is a little street in the port town of Kinsale where we stayed for the weekend. It's a nice town, catered a bit towards tourists. But seeing as we were there in the "off-season" it didn't feel particularly touristy.
Have I mentioned that the doors EVERYWHERE are not tall enough for my wonderfully tall man? Mark would not have done well in Victorian times. What am I saying? He hits his head regularly on the light that hangs in the dining room of my parents' house circa 2004.

Here I am standing on the top of the hill looking down at the town of Kinsale.
Like I said, groundbreaking stuff here peeps.


And here we have the rock of Cashel. We stopped in Cashel on our way back because we had been told about the rock of Cashel. I'd tell you more about the rock of Cashel but after climbing to the top of the hill we discovered it cost 7 euro each for entrance. We didn't care that much about the rock of Cashel. I could have google'd it and pretended to be very knowledgeable but I still just don't care that much about the rock of Cashel.
Is that more than 100 words?