We are good parental role models, yes?
Will and Grandpa Bill learn about the history of whiskey, while Will sits on a whiskey barrel chair.
Will, in front of an old delivery truck.
Will on a copper kettle.
Evie and Lorney in the barrel storage room. You may be asking yourself why Evie is wearing a sweater around her legs, and why her feet are bare. Just before the tour started she somehow managed to poop. Not in her diaper, but out the side and into the leg of her tights. ????
Then Gail and I volunteered for a whiskey tasting. We made some new friends at the table and talked for awhile.
After Jameson we drove up to the Rock of Cashel. This is where St. Patrick converted the King of Munster in the 5th century, though the buildings are mostly 600-800 years newer than that. The scaffolding is pretty recent.
St. Patrick's Cross, from the 1100s (I think).
The ceiling of the chapel. My architecture teacher in London liked to tell us that you could always tell a ship-building society by the way they built their roofs - you could turn this one upside down, caulk it, and set sail.
Will, shortly before he bit it in some mud on the grounds and ended up with mud all up and down his back, legs, and arms.
Evie found the Rock kind of boring. She was more interested in her teething biscuit.
Lorne spotted this broken chunk of stone in the corner of the graveyard. The carving on the stone is the same pattern he used when he designed my engagement ring.
Here is a terrible picture of me trying to illustrate the design on my ring and the design in the stone.
This is the ruins of Hore Abbey, just at the base of the hill that holds the rock. It was built in the 13th century.
The town of Cashel.
After we were done touring the Rock of Cashel, we headed down to the cars to change Will out of his mud-caked clothes, then had late lunch/early dinner (linner? dinch?) at a restaurant in town. Then headed up to Dublin for the remainder of our stay.
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