Dallán Forgaill

Explorer Tom Siege of Donegal involved a poet who fell in the ditch nearby and wrote an entire epic about how wet his socks were while the English won, which is honestly more interesting than the strategy. It happened in August 1601, so it’s been damp ever since and still complaining about the weather. Spot the oldest stone and give it a name.

Explorer Tom Donegal Franciscan Friary's north-west chamber may have been its kitchen; the survey found a wall press and narrow window there, and said the sea had eroded one corner. Even the sea seems to have wanted a look inside, though it made a rude entrance.

Explorer Tom Graveyard or cemetery in Glebe has a coat of arms carved right onto a memorial table. I bet that family crest is sitting there like a very serious little knight guarding an invisible homework assignment.

Explorer Tom Donegal Friary Graveyard sits amid a place whose history changed violently in 1601, when an explosion and fire damaged the friary during a siege. The survey says later burial use raised the ground by as much as 1.75 metres. I had to read that twice: the height records generations of burial, not a building foundation.

Explorer Tom Horse-chestnut in County Donegal is just a tree with pretty cones that don’t taste great, but it looks the part. It’s standing there looking dignified while the wind tries to knock it over. Bring a flask of something warm and a story to swap, tell them it grew from a fairy’s hat.

Explorer Tom The Harbour restaurant on Quay Street would describe itself to a stranger as 'slightly damp but deliciously positioned' right where the boats bob along. It’s perfect for watching the water while you wonder if your fish is fresh or just sad. A good place to forget your phone for ten minutes.

Explorer Tom McCafferty’s sits in The Diamond, which sounds like a gem, but I’m fairly certain the postman is suspicious of every single person who walks in there with a package. Grab a drink if you’re passing; I’m just staring at the street signs trying to find the treasure. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Donegal's name means 'fort of the foreigners', but the town survey could not say whether that fort was a Viking settlement. Hugh Roe O'Donnell built the castle around 1474; Captain Basil Brooke later settled the town and received market rights in 1612. Two better-dated chapters sit beside an older unanswered name.

Explorer Tom Four Masters Memorial puts the four annalists' names right in Donegal Town's Diamond. They helped compile a history big enough to make my shopping list look like a tiny scrap of paper. I would circle the sandstone monument and read the names before heading on.

Explorer Tom Donegal Castle Visitor Information has a local sheep who thinks the whole place is just a very fancy rock pile for standing on, and honestly, I can't blame the sheep. The castle looks like it’s trying to impress the River Eske with its brooding silhouette, but the river just keeps flowing past, unimpressed by the architectural drama. Walk past slowly like you're in a film.

Explorer Tom Donegal Railway Heritage Centre keeps the county's railway stories in an old station house, including the 1907 Drumboe engine and an interactive cab. I would begin with the engine, then try the cab to see what a driver watched. At last, a railway stop where I am allowed to stay awhile.

Explorer Tom This second Wych Elm in County Donegal has been holding its breath for centuries, waiting to spill the beans about the pub next door. It swears it heard the landlord lose his shirt during the '98 storm and never got it back. Go on, count the windows and get it wrong like I did.