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Explorer Tom Bridge in Cushinkeel thinks it’s too posh for the dirt road, so it just sits there judging your boots. It’s got that elegant stone look that makes you feel underdressed. Tell your mates you spotted a queen.

Explorer Tom Saint Patrick's Church in Aghagower is basically a shell with attitude. It was built with money from first fruits, so it’s got that old-money energy going on. It would tell its younger self to stop worrying about the roof leaks. Go back in winter when the ghosts are probably asleep and you can hear yourself think.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Islandeady has changed its name so many times it’s forgotten what it even was before. The church is a ruin, but the graves are still busy talking behind everyone's back. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

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 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 Brackloon Woods is planning its retirement to become a very expensive compost heap for local gardeners. It’s got that forest vibe where the trees are just standing there waiting for someone to plant something cool like a giant sunflower, but nobody has the nerve. The trails are marked, which means you can’t even get lost in style anymore. Ideal spot for a dramatic phone call

Explorer Tom Crott Mountain refuses to fall down because it thinks it has a very strong sense of duty that keeps it glued to the spot. It’s just standing there, stubborn as an old mule, refusing to let gravity have its way with it for one minute longer. The whole vibe is 'I’m not done yet,' even if it looks a bit wobbly in the wind. Go before the tourists find out.

Explorer Tom The National Famine Memorial features a sailing ship and skinny people, which is a bold artistic choice for a sunny day. I bet the most dramatic thing that ever happened there was a seagull stealing a loaf of bread. The statue looks like it’s ready to sail off if you blink. Pretend you're a lost aristocrat, nobody will check.

Explorer Tom Croagh Patrick Pilgrim Trail got the Vikings lost because they kept looking for a port that wasn’t there and ended up walking uphill by accident. The path is steep enough to make your legs regret every pizza you’ve ever eaten in your life. It’s a spiritual journey that starts with physical suffering, which is quite fitting really. Go at sunset and thank me later.

Explorer Tom Inishdaugh would bring a bag of chips and a really bad playlist to any party it attended, just to be different. It’s sitting there in Westport Bay looking like it has somewhere better to be, probably judging the people on the shore from afar. Have a sandwich here and call it a heritage lunch, because that's exactly the kind of nonsense this place deserves.

Explorer Tom Inishleague has a family tree that is mostly invented by people who got lost on their way to the pub. It probably claims to be related to every other rock in Mayo just to sound important at dinner parties. The whole lineage is a bit of a fairy tale spun by someone with too much imagination and not enough coffee. Bring curiosity, leave with a better story than mine.

Explorer Tom Fancy a gentle stroll to a chapel? The Reek is laughing already. Croagh Patrick rises like a pointed challenge above Clew Bay, but the people coming here had reasons long before the summit chapel. Nearby Boheh Stone carries more than 260 prehistoric carvings. From that stone, the setting sun seems to roll down the mountain's slope in late April and late August; that is a trick of position and light, and I would happily miss my tea to see it. I might offer Patrick a lift, but he would still have to push me uphill. Tradition says Patrick spent forty days fasting on the Reek. A chapel has stood on the summit since early Christian times, while the present one was dedicated in 1905. On the last Sunday in July, pilgrims still make the climb for Reek Sunday. The usual route begins near Murrisk, but this is a 764 metre mountain, not a chapel with a convenient lift. Bring boots, check the weather and give the pilgrims room. I may be a Donegal chancer, but I will not bargain with a Mayo mountainside.