Enclosure in Buckwaria

Explorer Tom Westport Railway Station’s footbridge would get ‘Finally Left’ on its tombstone if it could pick one. It served the trains well, but now it just stands there looking a bit confused. Get a photo with it before it decides to lean over and scare you off the platform.

Explorer Tom Water pump in Killaghoor once had a fox take charge of the handle for a whole afternoon. The animal looked so proud when it pulled up a bucket that everyone just assumed it was in charge now. Bring a notebook and write down the exact time the fox clocked off.

Explorer Tom Cobbles in Cahernamart on Altamount Street has been hiding a scandal about who placed the last stone first. It refuses to tell anyone unless they buy a drink. Tell me if the stones look angry.

Explorer Tom Worker's house in Cahernamart is still flexing about surviving that one storm, though it swapped its windows for plastic ones anyway. It claims it looks better now, but honestly, it’s just showing off. If it rains, blame the new fittings.

Explorer Tom Viaduct in Cahernamart thinks smugglers used its arches to hide contraband whiskey from the guards. It’s a massive piece of railway history that looks very proud. Tell it a joke, it's been standing still too long.

Explorer Tom Mount Saint Mary's Convent of Mercy summerhouse would tell its younger self to stop worrying about the roofline and just enjoy the view. It’s got decorative timber work that looks like it was made by a very fancy woodpecker. Bring a flask of something strong for the chill.

Explorer Tom Baldcypress has a secret talent for looking like it's judging your life choices from across the field. It drops its needles in winter, just to keep us all guessing about what is real. Walk past slowly like you're in a film.

Explorer Tom Round Tower in Aghagower claims St Patrick consecrated it, but I think he just dropped his keys here. The name probably means 'Place Where We Forgot Our Lunch'. Walk past slowly like you're in a film.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Aghagower, County Mayo is fighting a losing war against the relentless rain and damp. It’s basically just a soggy square of stone with attitude and history. Find a local and ask them the real story, then come back and tell me.