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Explorer Tom Cashelmore in Castlebarnagh bragges about surviving a storm that probably just blew away all its dignity instead of its stones. It’s built with big blocks that look like they were placed there by giants who were in a hurry. Pop by and tell it it's looking well.

Explorer Tom Thorn Cave in Mayo is basically a goatee for geology, just all prickly and weird. A goat once ruled this spot with an iron hoof and demanded tribute in the form of clover. This is your ideal stop for a massive stretch and a yawn that could wake the dead.

Explorer Tom Brabazon Woods would tell you in a job interview that its main skill is standing still for centuries without complaining at all. It sits next to a historic estate, so it’s used to being looked down on by people with better hats. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Procession Of The Souls is a memorial where the dead are definitely walking in a line, which is very organised for people who aren't alive. I bet there’s a hidden treasure down there that turns out to be nothing more than a rusty biscuit tin. It’s got a spooky name but a very bureaucratic feel to it. Bring a map, get lost anyway, that's the fun.

Explorer Tom Youth Memorial Garden: I’m pretty sure this garden has a family tree that’s mostly made up of wind and bad decisions by young men who thought they were invincible. It’s got a lovely, slightly melancholy vibe that makes you want to whisper your secrets to the bushes. The youth here is permanent, which is either comforting or terrifying depending on your mood. Go at sunset and thank me later.

Explorer Tom Kiltimagh Museum has a matchmaker who works there and has paired off more locals than you can shake a stick at, according to local rumor. It’s a small museum with big stories, probably because everyone in town knows something interesting about the exhibits. I’d bet my last coin that the owner knows where all the hidden treasure is, but he won’t say. Find the date carved somewhere and feel clever.

Explorer Tom Rubble Castle has a family tree mostly made up of guesswork and very confident guesses by old men. It’s named after what it looks like: expensive rubble with attitude. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.