Fingland Brae

Explorer Tom Fingland Bridge has a curse that only hits people who don’t wave back when they cross it, which is rude because most drivers are too busy checking their phones. It’s just sitting there on the B709, looking like it’s judging your driving technique. I bet it knows exactly how many cars have stalled out near it. Stand still and listen, the wind tells it better than me.

Explorer Tom Fingland House is convinced it has an imaginary twin across the sea that sends it postcards every Christmas. It’s sitting there looking smug because nobody can prove when it was built, so it just picks whatever date feels right in the moment. Bring a jacket, it's never as warm as I promise.

Explorer Tom Fingland Burn in Dumfries and Galloway is a ring enclosure that would want its tombstone to read ‘Died doing exactly what it was told’. It’s got that post-medieval resilience about it, even if the name suggests there’s water involved somewhere. Leave nothing but footprints and a bad pun for the birds.

Explorer Tom Eskdalemuir Observatory in Dumfries and Galloway is where you find flint arrowheads and beads instead of actual stars or telescopes or anything scientific. I bet if it could talk, it would tell strangers it’s just a very confused museum that got lost on its way to the planetarium. It’s not exactly looking up at the heavens with grace; it’s more like squinting at the grou

Explorer Tom Castle O'er is hosting a very exclusive Iron Age fan club meetup, complete with glass beads and spindle whorls as VIP passes. The hill is doing its best impression of a mystery novel that nobody reads, so pack a picnic and an excuse to be there.