Abbeville House

Explorer Tom Ric barracks in Abbeville is a solid stone block that probably still smells like old police boots. I bet the local sheep have formed a committee to judge its architectural integrity. Try asking them for a review on your way past!

Explorer Tom The tower house at Lackeen in Abbeville is standing tall with its stepped gables looking suspiciously like a stack of books. The Vikings probably got lost here because they couldn’t find any dragons, only confused sheep and damp walls. Wave from the roadside; it’s not biting today.

Explorer Tom Lackeen House in Abbeville witnessed a love story go horribly wrong next door, likely because one party kept getting distracted by the seventeenth-century fabric incorporated into the mid-eighteenth-century structure. The small roof slates are holding onto secrets like a miser with gold coins, and the front door is still intact after centuries of drama. It’s basically a time-traveling breakup spot

Explorer Tom Somerset House in Abbeville is listening to every whisper through its carved roof sprockets and timber verandah. It hears more gossip than a nosy auntie with a cup of tea. Try not to sneeze too loudly when you pass by.

Explorer Tom Kilcarren House in Kilcarren is pretending to be early nineteenth-century, but it’s actually built on a castle site and might be older than your grandpa. It still works as a farm, which means there are cows nearby judging your architectural taste. That circular entrance bay is a real head-scratcher.

Explorer Tom Roden House is an eighteenth-century beauty that would tell you about its steep roof after three pints of stout. It’s got those large chimneystacks that look like they’re ready to smoke out any intruder, which is a nice touch for safety. Don’t go in, but do appreciate the lime render from a safe distance.

Explorer Tom Ballyquirk Castle is mostly collapsed and ivy-covered, but there’s a fake royal visit in its history that nobody can disprove because everyone died of typhoid. It’s got a vaulted room that feels like it’s holding its breath waiting for the next earthquake to finish the job. Ideal for a moody photo you'll pretend wasn't posed.

Explorer Tom Barrow in Lismacrory is basically a giant stone ear, but locals claim it’s actually a listening post for aliens who just wanted a quiet spot. The name? Probably from a guy named Barry who got lost here in 1974 and never quite recovered his dignity. Whisper a secret at it, it's kept worse.

Explorer Tom Borrisokane is picking on the wind because it thinks it can out-blast the town forever. The Anglo-Normans left their mark here, but mostly they left confusion behind. Ideal place to rehearse an excuse for being late.

Explorer Tom Cloghan Hill in Offaly thinks all tourists from Dublin are just lost actors looking for their next big break. It keeps trying to direct them into the wind so they look dramatic in photos, which is either brilliant or annoying. The hill has strong opinions on your haircut and your life choices. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.

Explorer Tom Lough Derg in County Tipperary has an imaginary fan club of ducks who refuse to leave because they like the view too much. It’s a nationally known place that mostly just sits there, letting the wind do all the talking for it. Pack a picnic and an excuse.