Graveyard in Kinnagh

Explorer Tom Saint Martin's Villa in Kinnagh is what Saint Patrick would have called a very expensive mistake with a fanlight. It’s got that compact, serious look but feels like it wants to go to the pub. If you wink at it, I promise it’ll wink back because it knows we’re both tired.

Explorer Tom Post box in Kinnagh would absolutely tell you some wild secret about the British Empire after three pints, but it’s too shy to speak up unless you really push it. This cast-iron wall box has been standing guard over a rural street scene for so long that it probably thinks the rain is just personal bad luck.

Explorer Tom Rathumney Castle in County Wexford is actually short for 'The House Where Nobody Can Agree On The Date'. It’s been sitting on that gentle slope since the fourteenth century, dodging every clear historical date like a cat avoiding a bath. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it.

Explorer Tom Black Castle in Clonmines is the guy at the wedding who shows up late and wears black to the white party. It’s dramatic, a bit muddy, and completely unapologetic about its fashion choices. Perfect place to be dramatically windswept.

Explorer Tom Grange Beach claims it can hear every whispered secret through its walls, which makes for some awkward sunbathing. It's been eavesdropping on the locals' arguments about who left the gate open since the last century. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom Common Whitebeam has a secret talent for looking surprised every single time you blink at it. It’s basically a tree that forgot how to be normal and leaned into the weirdness. Get a photo with it before it gets a better agent.

Explorer Tom Campile WWII Bombing Memorial would tell a teenager that the 1800s were basically just this place but with worse fashion sense. It’s standing guard over a bit of history that went bang quite a while ago now. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination at the same time.

Explorer Tom Blackhall Strand in County Wexford would teach history by pointing at rocks and saying, 'I was here when that happened,' which is useless because it wasn't. It’s got a natural arch that looks like a giant sneeze. Perfect spot to practise your best tour-guide voice.

Explorer Tom Duncannon Beach keeps getting picked on by the wind like it’s got something to hide. There are steps down there that seem to have a grudge against my knees. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.

Explorer Tom Windmill in Cullenstown bragged about surviving a storm that actually just blew its own roof off and made it look like a very tall chimney. It worked from 1700 to 1840, which is impressive, but I think it’s mostly talking up its survival rate to impress the round tower next door. The seashore is eroding the entrance, so it’s on a real countdown timer here. Perfect place to be dramatically windswe.

Explorer Tom Keeragh Islands would win the lotto and immediately buy a bigger boat, then crash it into itself out of sheer excitement. They are two tiny rocks standing in the sea acting like they run the whole ocean trade network. If it's closed, admire it from the road like a polite stalker.