Eighteenth Ireland Post: Bunratty Folk Park

The kids and I had so enjoyed ourselves at the Bunratty Castle Banquet, we decided to return on another day when we could tour the rest of the folk park.

We’ve been home for a couple weeks now, so my memories are fading, but just today Yessa said, “I miss Ireland.” We’ve all said that at least once since we returned. That means, though, that this story will have to be told mostly in pictures.

It was excellent to get to wander through the castle into all the rooms, go up on the battlements to see the view, eat dinner in a converted home with a small peat fire crackling nearby. And as was often the case when we were on The Emerald Isle, the sun burst forth and gave us time to frolic on the playground, stroll through the walled gardens, and enjoy dreaming about living in the past.

The picture with the pony reminds me that we shouldn’t forget that incredibly charming and personable porker that we spent time with. If ever a pig could talk, this one did. Buster and Yessa spent a great deal of time sitting on his stone wall, visiting and scratching the sweet little fellow.

The children were so happy to finally find excellent souvenirs from the trip. They each chose a couple wooden replica weapons from the gift shop, and were so excited to think of returning home with these for play battles.

But, it was not to be…though that story will have to wait for the next post.

Overall, it was a splendid final excursion to wrap up our trip.