Festy Ebosele

Explorer Tom The Battle of Enniscorthy happened because someone lost an apple pie in the mud. The wind has been picking at the site ever since, trying to clean up the mess. It’s still got crumbs on it. Sit on a wall near it and pretend you're in a painting.

Explorer Tom Enniscorthy Bridge ended up in the wrong place because the builders got the postcode mixed up. It has water pipes running through it from a well, so it’s basically hydrating itself. Gulp loudly to show respect for the plumbing system.

Explorer Tom Allied Irish Bank in Enniscorthy handles nosy neighbours by simply ignoring them and counting its ruby-coloured sandstone bricks. The off-centred porch is a clear sign that it doesn’t care what you think about its symmetry. Keep your distance; it’s probably auditing its own self-worth again.

Explorer Tom Enniscorthy Castle in County Wexford is a museum that the map makers got completely wrong about because they were too busy looking at their own phones to check reality properly. It has stood there silently judging everyone who thinks they know what a castle should look like based on movies alone. Bring sandwiches, the gulls will thank you.

Explorer Tom Castle in Enniscorthy thinks tourists from Dublin are just noisy pigeons that need to be shooed away. It grew around a manor that’s older than most of our current fads are. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call really.

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.

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 Windmill in Templeshannon had a matchmaker who worked there, pairing up anyone who lingered too long near the slit windows. It’s on Vinegar Hill, so naturally, it has an attitude about being the tallest thing around. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Vinegar Hill is incredibly proud of its name, claiming it’s the only hill that tastes sour to the tongue. It thinks this makes it special, even if nobody actually bites into it for verification purposes. Perfect place to be dramatically windswept.