Grogan Beg

Explorer Tom Teach Pobail Phádraig Naofa [Saint Patrick's Catholic Church] was built around 1935 with green-painted corrugated-iron walls. Its pointed windows and cross finials still say church, even though the wall material looks more like a farm shed. I did not expect that pairing.

Explorer Tom Crolly Railway Station, built c.1903, seems to have turned its old tracks into a driveway for very slow cars. I bet the gravel still remembers the rhythm of the trains that stopped here in 1947.

Explorer Tom An Chuirt in Gweedore is shaking its head at Storm Desmond’s leftovers right now. It’s proud of surviving that mess without a single curtain flying out. It's the kind of place that makes a dull Tuesday interesting.

Explorer Tom McGeady’s Bar is sitting there looking suspiciously quiet in County Donegal, waiting for someone to ask if they’ve had any ghosts. Order something strong and blame all the damp on them instead, because that’s just how it works sometimes. Go in good boots and better humour.

Explorer Tom Cairn, Loughanure is a place where the name suggests a connection to water and perhaps a specific local story. I imagine it’s one of those spots that has been part of the landscape for a long time, maybe used by people who lived nearby. It’s a name that makes you think about how places get their names.

Explorer Tom Crockfadda North-East Top is getting picked on by the wind because it insists on wearing a tiny stone cairn like a hat. The breeze keeps trying to blow it off, but the peak holds on tight with sheer determination and a bit of stubbornness. It’s basically a giant game of keep-away. Perfect detour when the satnav has a meltdown.

Explorer Tom Crockfadda has an undefined summit. I love that the highest point on the mountain doesn't actually exist, so you can never technically reach the top. It’s the ultimate cheat for anyone trying to prove they made it.

Explorer Tom Cairn, Cronalaght is in a bitter feud with the rain because it keeps getting wet but refuses to acknowledge that it’s just a pile of stones. It stands there with the dignity of a king who has lost his kingdom but not his attitude. Have a sandwich here and call it a heritage lunch.

Explorer Tom “Braade Strand” in County Donegal would bring a massive bucket of sand and a grumpy crab to any party, which honestly sounds like a perfect combo for most gatherings. It’s a stretch of shore where the wind is loud enough to drown out your inner critic and make you feel small and free. Practise your Irish on it, it won't correct you.

Explorer Tom I spotted a golden eagle and immediately pretended it had come to inspect me. Glenveagh National Park spreads across roughly 170 square kilometres of Donegal, which makes any plan to see it all before lunch a fine piece of nonsense. Lough Veagh runs through the glen, mountains rise around it, and red deer move through the wider country. Golden eagles were reintroduced here in 2000, a bold return for a bird once lost from the region. This landscape also carries the history of the Derryveagh Evictions, when 224 people were driven from the estate in 1861; the views cannot be separated from that record. The deer have better routes through this country than any shortcut I could invent. Later owner Henry McIlhenny gave the estate to the Irish state in the 1970s. Public park paths offer different lengths of walk, while castle tours have separate arrangements, so check routes and weather before setting off. Choose one stretch of glen and let it be enough; the mountain will still be here for the next visit.

Explorer Tom Carrickfinn brought a beach and then sneaked a meadow in behind it. Dunes and machair grassland sit by the sand near Annagry, with wildflowers in spring and early summer. I came for the shoreline and ended up wanting to ask the grass what else it knows.

Explorer Tom Astelleen Burn Waterfall is three kilometres from Glenveagh and seems to be guarded by a ghost who is far too lazy to actually haunt anyone properly. The Irish name translates to 'waterfall of the flood,' which is dramatic for something that mostly just slops along quietly. Go now, before it gets famous.