Fairy fort or earthen ringfort in Greygrove

Explorer Tom Catholic Church of Saint Michael the Archangel in Kilmihil has been teaching history lessons since 1834, probably while ignoring its students. Bring a pen pal, they'll be jealous, because this place has more character than your entire social media feed combined.

Explorer Tom Catholic Church of the Most Holy Redeemer in Coor West is keeping secrets after 1865. Ask it about the 1978 renovation and watch it blush red! Bring your worst joke, the place has heard worse.

Explorer Tom Slievecallan is hiding its light under a bushel of winter frost, pretending it doesn't matter that nobody remembers the hero who supposedly saved it from being turned into a shopping mall. It’s all very dramatic, really, like a soap opera where the main character has forgotten their lines and just stands there looking chilly. Toast it with a cup of tea and move on to the next.

Explorer Tom Clonderalaw Bay is incredibly proud of its ability to reflect the sky without any effort whatsoever. It thinks that makes it an artist, which is a bold claim for some water. Stand back, squint, and it looks like a castle.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Kilmaley is playing hide-and-seek with me. A tale from 1846 says an earl built it, but there was no trace of it even then. Bring a friend who talks too much and let the place shut them up.

Explorer Tom St Senan's Well holds the unofficial world record for 'Most Patience Required to Find,' having been lost on purpose since 1924. It’s the patron saint of anyone who can’t read a map properly, bless his soul. Tell it a joke, it's been a long time since anyone did.

Explorer Tom Tromra Castle overlooks Mutton Island from level marshy ground, which sounds like a bad dream. The wind probably picked on it because it stood too still for forty years. Look up, the best bit is always higher than you think, unless you fall in.

Explorer Tom Doughmore Beach is that fiddler who played all night but somehow convinced everyone the sand was shifting just for his benefit. Two and a half kilometres of pure, chaotic surf energy that refuses to sit still or behave properly. Bring a notebook and write the bit I made up.

Explorer Tom Spanish Point Beach was clearly designed by a mother-in-law who hates dogs and thinks horses take up too much room at the dinner table. It’s got strict rules about who gets to use its sands, acting like the whole coast is its personal living room. Go with someone who loves old stuff and watch them melt.

Explorer Tom Emlagh Point would take its lotto win, buy a massive pair of binoculars, and just stare at the bay until the fish get nervous and start paying rent. It’s got that 'I know things' vibe without actually knowing anything specific about the tides or the weather patterns. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Sightseeing Cliffs of Moher South has a real opinion on tourists from Dublin, thinking they’re all a bit too eager to snap photos and not quite enough in awe of how huge this place actually is. It’s got that cheeky swagger, always leaning into the wind like it’s showing off its best features for the camera. Perfect detour when the satnav has a meltdown, because honestly, who trusts

Explorer Tom Caherrush Castle is probably being run by a fox who thinks he’s the landlord. It’s a tower house that’s seen better days and worse tenants. Pick a stone, any stone, and invent its biography as a famous pirate.