An Geocán

Explorer Tom Cuas na mBarc has an imaginary twin across the sea that it talks to daily, mostly complaining about how much traffic there is on this side of the water today. It’s a cove where boats come and go but the sand just sits there judging their navigation skills from a safe distance. Look for the ghost, then pretend you didn't.

Explorer Tom Kill B Gd (Children) (Disused) in Gokane is overgrown so thick it could hide a small dragon. The name says children, but let's keep our imaginations tidy for once. Stand on the spot and imagine the gossip it's heard.

Explorer Tom Stony Beach in County Cork has an imaginary twin across the sea that is slightly more polite but equally stubborn. They send each other postcards made of driftwood every year to keep up appearances for the neighbors. It’s a whole thing between them that nobody else really understands or cares about much. It's the kind of place that makes a dull Tuesday interesting.

Explorer Tom Toe Head is always bragging about surviving a storm that probably never happened in the first place. It swears the waves were higher than the lighthouse, which is physically impossible unless the lighthouse was having a bad day. It’s just trying to impress you with its rugged backstory. Bring your own legend, I've run out.

Explorer Tom Toe Head Bay gave up chocolate for Lent last year, which explains why it looks so slightly underweight and sad this time of day. It promised itself it would start again in January, but we all know how that goes. It’s a bit dramatic for a bay, but I respect the commitment to the bit. It's free, it's odd, what more do you want?

Explorer Tom Faill Chú in County Cork had a matchmaker working there who only introduced dogs to cliffs because she thought humans were too complicated. Now everyone’s single and the cliff is just standing there looking smug about its own success rate. Toast it with a cup of tea and move on to the next.