Gift of the Gab

Top o the mornin to ya my friends,
On Wednesday morning the girls packed up and headed to the train station in Dublin, making sure to detour on the way to see St Patricks Cathedral and the Guinness storehouses and brewery. They then hopped a train to Cork, checked in to their new hostel and met the guard dog Reilly, who promptly demanded petting (I'm not sure how much guarding he actually does). They had Chinese food for dinner, watched some tv and headed for bed so they could get up this morning for the real reason they came to Cork; Blarney Castle and the stone! They arrived at blarney castle around midday and promptly ascended to the top, where the stone is located. They soon discovered that to actually kiss the stone, one must lie down and bend over backwards over a hole in the floor and kiss a part of the castle wall. With a nice old Irish man holding you so you don't fall of course. cari did this with ease, but Lauren was very frightened and only just barely kissed the stone. All for the better, because she talks enough anyways. And lo! But would you believe that the stone truly did work it's magic, and all were blessed with the gift of true eloquence? It is so! After they recieved unto themselves such a wondrous gift, the young ladies allowed themselves a leisurely turn about the castle grounds. There they strolled through the poison garden, wherein they educated themselves about the uses and ills of an abundance of poisonous plants. They then tarried a while in the rock close, which housed many items of interest. They penetrated the depths of the witch's cave, alighted the wishing steps, marvelled at a druid's circle and kept a weather eye open for fairy folk. Then it was time for a stroll about the woodlands and lake, and was the wearer quite fine for it! Upon return to Cork, rest was required and dinner was served. And all shall spend a quiet evening before retiring, as tomorrow will surely bring about more interests that command the young ladies attention.
I bid thee farewell.
Timothy.