Dunragit, Droughduil

Explorer Tom Dunragit is a place that has been trying to outdo Stonehenge since the Bronze Age, but it’s mostly just a pile of pits and possible timber circles. It’s like the underdog in a fight, always hoping someone will notice its effort. The 'possible' part of its description does a lot of heavy lifting here. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.

Explorer Tom Droughduil is basically a cropmark playing hide-and-seek with a possible Iron Age barrow, and I’m pretty sure a fiddler played all night there while everyone else slept. It’s like the ghost of agriculture that refuses to die down properly in Dumfries and Galloway. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.

Explorer Tom Drochduil School is handling its nosey neighbor by just staring blankly at them until they get uncomfortable and go home, which is a solid strategy really. It’s got that 'don't touch' energy going on, like it’s guarding a secret recipe for the world's best porridge that nobody actually wants to eat anyway. Go before the tourists find out.

Explorer Tom Dunragit House has been in a bitter feud with the rain for centuries, claiming it’s just being picky about when it gets wet. It started as a possible medieval castle and turned into an 18th-century country house, which is like changing your hairstyle mid-argument. It looks like it’s complaining about its own dampness every single day without fail. Bring curiosity, leave with a better story than my