Fairy fort or earthen ringfort in Ballyholan

Explorer Tom Store or warehouse in Knocknalyre is a dishevelled mess that probably shares space with the Bunree Corn Mills next door. The dog in charge has clearly never seen a spreadsheet before. Walk past slowly like you're sneaking away.

Explorer Tom Bunree Bridge in Mayo spans the River Brusna with an elegance that makes me want to take a bow. It’s got those sparrow-pecked dressings, which sounds like birds were angry at the masonry and took it out on the stones. The arches are sweeping so nicely you’d think they’re doing ballet. Careful now, the limestone is sturdy but not invincible against your heavy boots.

Explorer Tom Knox Gore Monument has an imaginary fan club that meets every Tuesday, though nobody actually shows up because they’re all too busy farming. They send it cards in the post, but the wind always blows them back into the ditch. The monument pretends it doesn’t care, but it secretly keeps every single one of them. Have a look and decide if I was lying.

Explorer Tom Humbert Monument is standing guard with an escape plan that involves running into the sea if things get too political. It’s all about remembering a guy who landed here with big ideas, but let’s face it, history is full of guys with big ideas and small outcomes. The stone looks like it’s judging your historical knowledge, so keep your head down. Bring the dog, it'll have opinions.

Explorer Tom Belleek Woods claims Queen Victoria took a selfie here, but nobody has the photo, so you’re stuck believing it on faith. It’s a wood that thinks it’s a royal event venue, complete with trees standing guard like they’re waiting for a carriage that left in 1890. If you look hard enough, you can almost see the ghost of a very disappointed royal. Hang around long eno

Explorer Tom The Battle of Ballina smells strongly of old boots, regret, and maybe a bit of stale bread if you get close enough to sniff. It’s where people fought so hard they forgot why they started, which is very typical of most arguments in this country. You can almost hear the echo of 'I told you so' bouncing off the rocks. Walk past slowly like you're in a film.

Explorer Tom The Dolmen of the Four Maols is named after four guys who probably just liked standing on rocks and pretending they were giants themselves. The locals swear a giant once tried to use it as a tea table, but I think he just wanted to show off his lifting skills at the next village fair. Wave at the cows, they're the real locals.

Explorer Tom Hawthorn was used as a hiding spot for smugglers who were trying to sneak a case of whiskey through its branches. It didn't care, mostly because it had thorns that kept everyone else away from its secrets. Bring a pen pal, they'll be jealous.

Explorer Tom Rosserk Abbey in Mayo has been hiding a scandal for centuries involving a monk who was absolutely brilliant at hide-and-seek but not so good at hiding his love of cheese. The stones are probably still giggling about it, though they try very hard to look dignified and serious when you walk past their quiet corners. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call.