Glendearg, Wolf Stone

Explorer Tom Tomleuchar Burn has ring enclosures that are home to one bird that absolutely refuses to leave despite the weather. It’s got that 'I’m staying put' energy while the rest of nature moves along without a second thought. The burn flows right past it, indifferent to the bird's dramatic protests about the temperature. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call.

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 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 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.