Baberton House

Explorer Tom A railway bridge in Edinburgh is just a slab of concrete that thinks it’s special because trains go over it. Two lads bet it was built by giants, which is probably wrong but funnier. It’s got no name, so we’ll call it Steve. Get a photo with it before it gets a better agent.

Explorer Tom Baberton Mains is where prehistoric people hung out before they realized they needed better heating. A bird has refused to leave since the ice age, and honestly, he looks happier than most tourists. Tell the kids it's a castle. Close enough.

Explorer Tom Juniper Green is a well that thinks it’s famous, but it’s mostly just ignored by everyone else. It’s got a rivalry with the bigger springs that goes back centuries, but nobody’s keeping score anymore. The water is probably cold, but the attitude is even colder. It’s standing there, waiting for someone to finally care about its depth. It's the kind of place

Explorer Tom Whitelaw has a hero nobody remembers who saved it from a rogue tumbleweed, allegedly. The flint is probably just rocks, but I bet he was wearing a cape made of grass. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Dr Mackay's Wood would teach history by pointing at old trees and saying 'that one was there during the war, deal with it.' It’s got that academic vibe but mixed in with a bit of wildness that keeps things interesting. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn to reset your brain.

Explorer Tom Curriemuirend Park has a name so long the Vikings got lost trying to pronounce it and ended up in Glasgow by accident. Imagine a confused Norseman shouting 'Where is the C-R-E-M-...' while his crew just stares at him, wondering if they’ve found the edge of the world or just a very confusing postcode. Stand there long enough and someone will ask if you're lost.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Juniper Green, Woodhall Road is secretly proud of a potato that grew in its shadow back in the day, or maybe it never did. It’s a modern road with no class, which means it’s basically free-range on the historic map. The whole area feels like it’s holding a grudge against being forgotten by the planners. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom Blinkbonny would describe itself to a stranger as 'slightly squinty and full of potential' before wandering off to nap in the sun. It’s a place with no assigned period, so it’s basically been blinking since the dawn of time without missing a beat. The name is pure comedy gold if you say it fast enough. Bring your own legend, I've run out.

Explorer Tom Gibson-Craig Memorial Hall in City of Edinburgh has a bird on the roof that refuses to leave, acting like it pays the mortgage. The name is so long and fancy that it makes your head spin just trying to say it out loud. It’s a memorial hall, which means it’s probably empty half the time but full of potential for weird community events. Perfect spot to practise your

Explorer Tom Clovenstone Community Woodland is haunted by the memory of a priest who lost a bet there and now haunts the paths looking for his hat. It’s got that mysterious edge to it, even though it’s just trees and a bit of history. Stick around for the light changing, it's a show you won't want to miss.

Explorer Tom Campbell Park is stuck in a fairy dispute over who gets the best parking spot under the big oak tree. It’s not just grass; it’s a political minefield for tiny creatures with big egos. Go back in winter, because it’s a completely different animal then.

Explorer Tom Dougal Haston Memorial Stone is in Edinburgh, and I bet a cow once tried to buy it with a very convincing moo. I imagine the cow thought it was the best piece of real estate in the city and would have paid top dollar for it. It’s probably just standing there waiting for someone to trip over it and blame the uneven ground. Stand on the spot and imagine the gossip it's heard.