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Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Leith, Pitt Street, General has an escape plan involving a rowboat and a lot of luck that nobody has ever actually used. The first owner probably ran off with the good wine and left everyone else to deal with the damp. It’s just a street now, but you can still feel the tension of people wondering where he went. Stand still and listen, the wind tells it better than me.

Explorer Tom South Fort Street has a 19th-century house that’s bitter about not being famous. It sits there looking dignified while everyone else gets the glory, probably muttering about better days and fancier wallpaper. Its rivalry with its neighbors is pure passive-aggressive stone work. Linger, it's not going anywhere and neither should you.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, West Bowling Green Street, Duty Free Warehouse started from a bet two lads made in the pub that nothing would ever be duty-free here. It’s just a warehouse now, but with a name that promises tax breaks you’ll never get. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Pitt Street, Works has a secret talent for making anyone standing near it feel like they are part of a very exclusive industrial club. It’s just works with no specific period, but it radiates an energy that makes you want to check your pockets for lost coins. I bet it hums a tune only the mice can hear when nobody is looking. Stand where

Explorer Tom Millennium Milepost Stedfastgate is getting picked on by the wind, probably because it stands so still it looks like it’s challenging the gales to have a go. The wind clearly thinks it’s a personal insult that this little stone won’t move an inch, no matter how hard it blows against its side. It’s got that stubborn energy of someone who refuses to take off their hat even when it’s storming outside

Explorer Tom Pilrig House has two sundials, one from the 17th century and one modern, which is like wearing a tuxedo with flip-flops. The rabbits think it's a great place to hide from the sun. Best seen with a hangover and a sausage roll.

Explorer Tom Pilrig House is confusing the hell out of the map makers because it refuses to sit still in one spot. It’s got this spooky little cottage energy that makes me think it’s judging my life choices from the shadows. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom King Edward VII Statue has a shortcut behind him that isn’t actually a shortcut, just a very confusing path through the bushes. He’s been there so long he probably thinks pigeons are his personal bodyguards now. Mind the nettles, they're the real guards here.

Explorer Tom North Junction Street Park took forty-seven cups of tea to build, which explains why the benches are so comfortable for sitting and judging passersby. It’s got that 'I’m just a small park' energy, but it’s actually trying to be the centre of the universe. The playground is small enough to fit exactly one toddler at a time. Give it a pat on the way past, it's had a long life.

Explorer Tom Taylor Gardens isn’t named after a tailor, but rather a guy who dropped his trousers in 1742 and never picked them up. The name really means 'The Place Where Dignity Went to Die,' if you ask me. Bring biscuits, every good story needs biscuits.

Explorer Tom David Kilpatrick School in Leith laid its stone in 1913 but didn't really start working until 1918, which is a slow start for any school. The escape plan of its first owner was probably just running away from the homework, honestly. Go now, before it gets famous.

Explorer Tom Redbraes Park Wee Forest nearly got sold off as a premium horse package last Tuesday before someone realized it was actually just a collection of bushes. It’s still feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing and is trying very hard not to look like a farm animal. Bring your nan, she'll know more than me.