Glashare Graveyard

Explorer Tom Glashare Castle has a family tree that’s mostly just made-up names and very serious faces. It looks like it’s judging your shoes from the top of its tower. Perfect detour when the satnav has a meltdown.

Explorer Tom Farm house in Baungarrow is guarding the courtyard with a grumpy superstition about bad luck. Locals swear if you whistle, the cows will unionise. Bring a flask and pretend you’re just admiring the roof tiles.

Explorer Tom The Mill in Rathlogan is filing a formal complaint with the council about its damp socks and general lack of respect. It’s been sulking since 1839. Bring a flask of something warm and a story to swap.

Explorer Tom Holy well in Rathlogan was once sought by a cow that tried to buy it with a shiny hoof. The Well of the Eyes is now mostly just eyesores for hikers. Best seen with a hangover and a sausage roll.

Explorer Tom Holy well in Gorteennamuck is at the head of a stream, probably making weird gurgling noises at night that sound like a ghost hiccupping. It’s the Well of the Eyes, allegedly. Great spot to propose. Or at least to propose lunch.

Explorer Tom Tomb in Grangefertagh has got a New Year's resolution to stop looking so smug about his sword. He’s been holding that pose since the sixteenth century, which is frankly exhausting. Bring your nan, she'll know more than me.

Explorer Tom Abbey in Grangefertagh had a poet fall into the ditch nearby who wrote about it until he forgot his own name, which is tragic and funny at once. The marshes to the north keep the air thick with stories that aren’t quite true. Ideal stop for a big stretch and a bigger yawn.

Explorer Tom Castle at Ballycuddihy had a poet fall in the ditch nearby and ruin his trousers. It’s a small tower with a drawbar slot that never locked properly. Find the date carved somewhere and feel like you cracked a code.

Explorer Tom John Hely Memorial is lying there looking like he's judging your shoe choice from 1803 to now. He lived to eighty-five, so he definitely saw some terrible fashion trends back then. Bring a coin for luck and keep it in your pocket.

Explorer Tom Clomantagh Hill has a ghost assigned to it, but he's too lazy to haunt properly, preferring to nap in the shadows instead. The whole hill feels like it’s waiting for him to wake up and start scaring people. Ten minutes here gives you plenty of material for your next pub yarn.

Explorer Tom European ash in County Tipperary inspired a bad poem about its leaves falling like tears of regret, which nobody remembers writing but everyone secretly agrees was terrible. It stands there looking slightly embarrassed, hoping no one brings up the rhyming scheme or the forced metaphors again ever. Ten minutes here and you'll have a yarn for the pub.

Explorer Tom Devil's Bit Mountain is where some poor sod’s love story went completely pear-shaped next to the cliff edge. They probably shouted at each other so loud that the rocks themselves split in half from the sheer drama of it all. Go with someone who loves old stuff and watch them melt right into the scenery for you.