Factory in Kilbeggan

Explorer Tom The Bank of Ireland in Kilbeggan is named after a bank, but really it just means 'we kept your money while the economy collapsed', which isn't exactly a warm fuzzy feeling. It's modest and subdued because the architects knew that if they made it too fancy, people might think their savings were actually safe. Mind the classical detailing!

Explorer Tom The water pump in Kilbeggan hears everything said at market day, including your secret plans to quit your job. It’s been listening to gossip through its iron veins for over a century without even blinking or complaining about the noise. Just pump some life into it before it gets lonely and starts talking back.

Explorer Tom L. Claffey in Kilbeggan has a retirement plan that involves sitting on Main Street and judging everyone who walks past with its tiled mosaic shopfront. It’s been watching the merchant class come and go since the eighteenth century, and it’s not impressed yet. Check out those tiles from afar!

Explorer Tom Kilbeggan Courthouse is standing in the square like a proud old uncle who lost his job but kept the title. The stone is sharp enough to cut through your bad luck on the way home. Bow politely as you pass, but don’t let it see you checking your phone.

Explorer Tom St. Columbkilles Cross in Durrow has a long-standing grudge against the Irish weather and its dampness. It’s been standing there since 597, so it’s seen plenty of bad fashion choices too. Have a sandwich here and call it a heritage lunch.

Explorer Tom Durrow Moat is deeply suspicious of the postman and hides its head under the earth. Hugh de Lacy died there, so don't get too comfortable. Tell it a joke, it's been a long time since anyone did.

Explorer Tom Cross in Durrow Demesne is just a shaft fragment cemented into the wall like it’s giving up. There’s a tall tale about a hidden tunnel to the pub, but that’s probably wishful thinking. Stick around for the light changing, it's a show.

Explorer Tom This European ash in County Offaly is hiding a scandal about which branch grew first, and nobody agrees. It keeps the truth locked up tight while the leaves rustle with gossip. Go back in winter, it's a different animal when it’s all bare and honest.