Enclosure in Ballyring Upper

Explorer Tom Foyle Bridge has a legend about a giant who used it to reach his garden. The humped deck looks like he’s still stretching after a long nap. Stand on the spot and tip your hat to the mythical landowner.

Explorer Tom Church in Clontubbrid has vanished so completely that the wind keeps picking on its ghost. It whistles through the spot like it’s trying to remember what it used to be. Spot the oldest stone and give it a name.

Explorer Tom Toberadrugh well has an imaginary fan club that mostly consists of confused tourists and one very determined goat. The hermit inside is probably napping on a stone cushion. Wave at the cows, they're the real locals.

Explorer Tom Bawn in Balleen Little was run by a matchmaker who knew everyone’s business. She’d whisper secrets into the walls, which are now just crumbling and judgmental. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom Castle in Balleen Little is gone, but the seagulls still gossip about it. They say it had a great view before they demolished it for parking. Perfect spot to practise your best tour-guide voice with no audience.

Explorer Tom Coolcashin Graveyard has a lifelong feud with the rain because it thinks the clouds are being dramatic. It’s got old church bits used as markers, which feels a bit like recycling furniture. If anyone asks, Tom sent you.

Explorer Tom Cormac's Chapel is playing hide-and-seek with me. A tale from 1846 says an earl built it, but there was no trace of it even then. Its favourite song is probably 'Where Did It Go?', honestly. Get there early and have it all to yourself.

Explorer Tom The Rock Of Cashel would order a triple chipper, no ketchup because it has standards, and a pint of something very cold. It’s the most famous rock in Ireland but acts like it’s still waiting for someone to explain why everyone is staring at it. Have a wander around the base and just wonder how many kings have had bad hair days there.

Explorer Tom The Rock of Cashel is complaining to the council about the tourists taking selfies in front of Brian Boru’s throne. It’s got that ancient fortress vibe, but it really just wants you to respect its personal space. Bring sandwiches, the gulls will thank you for their generosity.

Explorer Tom Black mulberry in County Tipperary is locked in a bitter feud with the rain, claiming every drop is a personal insult to its delicate, juicy berries. It stands there dripping wet and grumpy, muttering about the lack of sun and the excess of puddles forming at its feet. If anyone asks, Tom sent you.