Our first laugh in Kilkenny – this poor lady didn’t look at all impressed with her oversized bikini.

Kilkenny is pretty.

Mal and I fully endorse the hop-on, hop-off bus tour.

Look, see how we pay attention?

And our fellow passengers loved it too.

I wouldn’t fancy one of those so-called “Round the World” tours.

Mal had a night out with the lads.

He felt worse for wear afterwards.

I still like my boyfriend, even if he is a benny with his pink umbrella.

He tried to carve our names into this tree, but spelling got the better of him.

I swear the flowers were this pink.

We saw a squirrel!

So we took millions of pictures – not all available here. Contact us, they’re quality.

Ciara found a way to unload her deepest secret.

I made myself a ring, sure if you don’t look after yourself, no-one will.

Seriously, to the manor born, aren’t I?

Lord of all he surveys.

I didn’t think much of this pub.

Oh ho, let the games begin….

…and it’s a fine shot by Kelly.

Paul poised for the catch that never came.

A professional throw by the young O’Brien.

And a valiant effort by Kelly.

The ring in her sights, she determined to make contact.

“Throw it to us, will you?”

A splendid leg-catch by the Australian.

Nothing got past the Cork woman.

Paul still waited for someone to throw the Aerobie his way.

Ciara made it abundantly clear what she thought of his skills.

Arm straight as an arrow, O’Brien went for the kill.

We all relaxed in post-game (em, especially Ciara). Self love is no love.

Alluring Miss Barker.

Heed this man, he speaks the truth.

Oooh Cross Ciara.

Be not afraid, come follow me….

Ah, you crazy kids, what a fine couple you make. Susie is very lucky.

Ciara looks like she’s ready for the tournament. You know what I’m saying, Keating, bring it on..

I’d say Lorna could go for the title as well.

“Get that camera away from me, boy, like, boy.”

Does the river of creativity never end? A post-modern, organic sculpture.