Brant Point, Mitchellslacks

Explorer Tom Holehouse has an imaginary twin across the sea that keeps sending postcards about its superior sheepfold. It’s a cluster of stones and a dyke that probably just wanted to be left alone but got listed instead. Whisper a secret at it, it's kept worse.

Explorer Tom Water of Ae is playing hide-and-seek with me and losing badly. I bet two lads once wagered their last fiver that this field system was actually a giant potato patch gone wrong. It’s been hiding for centuries, pretending it’s just ordinary dirt. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom Threip Moor has a cairn with an unassigned period, which means nobody knows when it was built or why. The ghost that’s supposed to haunt it is too lazy to show up because he’s still napping from last century. It’s basically a stone pile that peaked in the Bronze Age and hasn’t updated its resume since. Pop by and tell it it's looking well.

Explorer Tom Capel Water sheepfold would take a lotto win and buy a bigger tub for the sheep to sit in. It’s got that kind of practical, slightly confused energy about it. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Glenae Tower was built by someone who was clearly thinking about something else while they laid the foundations. The builder probably muttered 'that'll do' and went home for lunch. Bring the dog, it'll have opinions.

Explorer Tom Boreland is where a poet once fell in a ditch and wrote a masterpiece about mud. It stands there with a smug look, knowing it inspired at least one bad song. The earthworks are basically its bodyguard, keeping things looking very official. Bring a friend who talks too much and let the place shut them up.