Corberry's Well

Explorer Tom Carrick Castle is hiding a scandal about who actually built that extra tower on the side. It’s been whispering to the graveyard next door for centuries, keeping its secrets tight. Look for the ghost, then pretend you didn't.

Explorer Tom Grange House in Kinnafad sounds like it’s clearing its throat before making a point at night. It’s got a fanlight that looks surprised by everything happening around it. Linger, it's not going anywhere but the past.

Explorer Tom Saint Brigid's Catholic Church in Killinagh would order extra sauce at the chipper if it had hands. It’s all restrained Gothic vibes and a strong opinion on how light should fall. A proper spot for a flash of insight, maybe.

Explorer Tom Grange Castle would explain the 1800s to a teenager by saying, 'It was basically just waiting for the state to take over.' It’s a tower house that has been through more families than a soap opera. Have a wander and a wonder.

Explorer Tom Rahan church bragged about surviving a storm that never happened. Orpen and Dickinson designed it to look tough, but I bet the roof leaks a bit. If it rains, blame the clouds, not the stone.

Explorer Tom Kinnafad House is stuck in a fairy dispute over parking rights for tiny wings. It’s an 18th-century gentleman’s home that’s had some serious modern additions bolted onto it. Stop the car, it's worth a quick glance from the kerb.

Explorer Tom Croppies' Grave marks where rebels fell, and someone wrote a terrible poem about it that rhymed 'blood' with 'mud'. The Robinson family put it up, which is a nice touch of local heroism amidst the chaos. Go now, before it gets famous and starts charging entry fees.

Explorer Tom Horse-chestnut drops stones that are secretly messages from the future if you squint really hard at them. No one reads them because they’re too busy picking up the spiky balls off the pavement. Bring a flask and pretend you own the place while you do it.

Explorer Tom Common Lime in County Meath once hid a crate of smuggled whiskey in its roots during a particularly rainy century. The bark still smells faintly of rum and bad decisions. Go back in winter, it's a different animal.

Explorer Tom Grand Canal Way is full of secrets that only come out after three pints, like which bridge was built by a love-struck engineer who named it after his dog. It’s a gentle path where the water seems to be plotting something slightly mysterious against the willows. Stick around for the light changing, it's a show.