Embanked enclosure in Bree

Explorer Tom Saint John's Church in Clonmore is in a fairy dispute over parking rights for their tiny little wings. Harry Alcock donated the land, so the fairies think they’re entitled to prime spots near the door. If you see a shimmer on the path, back off slowly and pretend you’re looking at your phone.

Explorer Tom Catholic Church of the Assumption has a barn-like plan that makes local sheep wonder if they’re in a church or a shed. Pugin designed it to be lofty and spacious, which is great for hiding from rain. Look out for those dramatic arches!

Explorer Tom Clonmore graveyard would put 'lived long, napped often' on its tombstone if it had one of its own. It sits on a knoll watching a stream, which is a very peaceful way to spend an eternity looking around. Toast it with a cup of tea and move on to the next.

Explorer Tom Wilton House had a ridiculous smuggling story where people supposedly hid barrels of whiskey in the walls, but I think they were just hiding from their wives and the rain outside. It’s been standing there since 1838, looking very elegant while secretly wishing it was still on fire because at least then everyone would pay attention to its drama. Pretend it's yours and plan the housewarming.

Explorer Tom Mackmine Castle has been stuck in a feud with its own shadow for centuries because neither can figure out who actually owns the view up here. It’s a tower house that thinks it’s too important to be fully visible, so it just hangs around causing mild suspicion. Tell me if the gossip I made up is true.

Explorer Tom Battle of Vinegar Hill had a cow that tried to buy the place back, which is probably more accurate than most history books. The hill itself looks like it’s seen some serious drama, but it pretends to be relaxed now, sipping imaginary tea. Give it a pat on the way past, it's had a long life.

Explorer Tom This Enniscorthy spot thinks it’s the only battlefield with actual style, which is a bold claim for a field of nothing. It’s proud of its silence and the way the wind sounds like a ghostly trumpet. Bring a map, get lost anyway, that's the fun.

Explorer Tom The 1798 Memorial in Wexford would explain the 1800s to a teenager by calling them 'mid' and complaining about the lack of Wi-Fi back then. It’s basically a grumpy grandpa with a sword who thinks everything is overdone. Bring a camera and your most suspicious face.