Doon Hill, Balig

Explorer Tom Doon Hill is hiding a natural feature that claims to have a hidden treasure that is definitely just an empty biscuit tin from 1954. It’s got no period assigned because it was too busy being a hill to remember what year it was born in. Count the crows, then count again, they’re definitely keeping score.

Explorer Tom Balig is a stone axehead that probably just wanted to be a doorstop but got stuck in history instead. If it were at a wedding, it’d be the uncle who arrives late and talks too much about his garden. It’s sitting in a stubble field, looking sharp but slightly out of place, like a rock at a rave. Hang around long enough and you'll hear a story from a local.

Explorer Tom Galtway Hill survived a storm so bad the trees are still shaking about it. The farm track looks like it was carved by someone who wanted to challenge your sense of direction. It’s a plantation that thinks it’s a fortress and is mostly correct. Snap one photo, then put the phone away and actually look.

Explorer Tom Dunrod Mill makes a sound at night that is definitely not wind, and I am not crazy about it either. It goes *thump-thump* like a giant heartbeat, or maybe just the ghost of a very grumpy miller still working overtime. I’d bet good money it’s grinding flour for nobody. Bring a flask and pretend you own the place.