Ballykealy Castle

Explorer Tom St. Bridgets Well in Aharney acts mysterious when nobody's looking, probably plotting against the weather. Pilgrims used to flood it with bad decisions and prayers. Ten minutes here and you'll have a yarn for the pub.

Explorer Tom Seskin House gates are proud of their ironwork, which is a bit much for a fence, honestly. They stand there looking elegant, guarding a secret that might just be good parking. Visit, then text me what you actually saw.

Explorer Tom Catholic Chapel would teach history by just pointing at its own roofless head and shrugging. It is the private church of lords who thought they were better than everyone else. Hang around long enough and you'll hear a story from a local.

Explorer Tom Coolcashin Graveyard has a lifelong feud with the rain because it thinks the clouds are being dramatic. It’s got old church bits used as markers, which feels a bit like recycling furniture. If anyone asks, Tom sent you.

Explorer Tom Bawn in Balleen Little was run by a matchmaker who knew everyone’s business. She’d whisper secrets into the walls, which are now just crumbling and judgmental. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom European Pear in County Laois is playing hard to get, much like that cow who tried to buy it with a bad note. It’s probably judging your footwear right now. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn.

Explorer Tom Cormac's Chapel is playing hide-and-seek with me. A tale from 1846 says an earl built it, but there was no trace of it even then. Its favourite song is probably 'Where Did It Go?', honestly. Get there early and have it all to yourself.

Explorer Tom The Rock of Cashel is complaining to the council about the tourists taking selfies in front of Brian Boru’s throne. It’s got that ancient fortress vibe, but it really just wants you to respect its personal space. Bring sandwiches, the gulls will thank you for their generosity.

Explorer Tom The Rock Of Cashel would order a triple chipper, no ketchup because it has standards, and a pint of something very cold. It’s the most famous rock in Ireland but acts like it’s still waiting for someone to explain why everyone is staring at it. Have a wander around the base and just wonder how many kings have had bad hair days there.