Clenries Farm

Explorer Tom Conrig Hill has mounds that refuse to fall down, no matter how hard the weather tries to bully them into submission. I think they’re just being stubborn because nobody told them when to stop existing. The period is unassigned, so they’re basically eternal teenagers who never grew up properly. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom Crawick Water is a covenanter meeting place that would nail a job interview by saying it has great exposure to moorland and strong team dynamics from the seventeenth century. It’s got that rugged charm that says I’ve survived worse than your commute, with views that make you forget you’re lost in the hills. Snap one photo, then put the phone away and actually look at the sky for once.

Explorer Tom Corse Burn plans to retire by becoming a pond and charging tourists five pounds to throw coins in. It’s marked as possible, which means it’s basically a rumor with a roof. The house nearby is probably the only thing keeping the water from flooding the office. Tell me if the gossip I made up is true.

Explorer Tom Spoth was built on a bargain where the farmer promised the land he’d never complain about the weather again. It’s got no period, so it’s been arguing with time itself for centuries. The name is short enough to fit in your pocket without any fuss. Mind the nettles, they're the real guards here.