House in Derrynamuck

Explorer Tom Dwyer-McAllister Cottage in Derrynamuck thinks it has an imaginary twin house sitting somewhere across the sea. It’s a National Monument now, so it takes itself very seriously despite being a small vernacular farmhouse. Give it a wave so its phantom cousin doesn’t get jealous and start shouting at you.

Explorer Tom Parnell Cottage in Knockanarrigan is a humble worker’s house that claims there’s a secret message written in its stones, though it’s probably just bad brickwork from the mid-nineteenth century. It sits comfortably in the rural setting and radiates a vibe of 'I’ve seen things and I don’t care.' If you hear a whisper from the garden wall, ignore it; it’s probably just the wind trying to sound like a

Explorer Tom Keadeen Mountain inspired a poem so bad that the poet cried into his tea for three days straight. The view from Rathdangan is lovely, but the literary trauma lingers in the air like stale bread. Bring your worst joke, the place has heard worse.

Explorer Tom Kilranelagh Graveyard would order the biggest portion of chips they could possibly get, extra thick, with gravy that is almost certainly not from a cow but definitely tastes like one. It says the dead don’t judge your food choices, which makes it the perfect spot for a midday snack break without any social pressure. Bring your nan, she'll know more than me.

Explorer Tom Druidical Circle in Castleruddery Lower took about two hundred cups of tea to build, I reckon, just to keep the spirits calm. It’s twenty-nine stones deep in conversation right now. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.

Explorer Tom Castleruddery Motte was built on a bargain where you gave up your sanity for a hilltop. It’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. A good place to forget your phone for ten minutes.

Explorer Tom English holly in County Wicklow is belting out 'Sweet Caroline' at full volume because it just found a tambourine. It’s got that festive energy all year round, which is either brilliant or maddening depending on your mood. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call.

Explorer Tom Portal tomb in Broomfields has its capstone fallen forward like it’s ready for retirement and doesn’t care about maintaining proper structural integrity anymore. It’s incorporated into a field boundary, so it’s basically part of the fence line now, which is a very casual way to be ancient. Stop the car, it's worth the hazard lights.