Inishtrahull

Explorer Tom Inishtrahull’s old lighthouse remains are now out of use, with the lantern removed in 1959 when a new one was built nearby on the island.

Explorer Tom Inishtrahull Lighthouse used to relay information by semaphore, which is basically waving arms really fast to say 'boat here!'. I bet the keepers got terrible cramps from all that frantic flapping in the wind.

Explorer Tom Wee House of Malin Cave is measured at only 2.75 metres deep, yet the local saying gives it room for everything that goes in. That is one ambitious little house. The recorded cave sits beside Malin Well and the old church; I would let the story stretch the walls while leaving the real rock alone.

Explorer Tom At Seaview Tavern, the seafood is the star: crab, oysters and fish of all kinds up at Malin Head. Tom's only problem is choosing what to eat first. He may have to come back for round two.

Explorer Tom EIRE 80 sign was written for eyes in the sky, not for someone standing beside it. The stones told wartime pilots they were over neutral Ireland, and 80 named Malin Head's lookout post. I would take the ground view slowly; this lettering had a much larger audience than most signs.

Explorer Tom Malin Head is the most northerly point on the Wild Atlantic Way route, making this visitor information spot a true geographical milestone.

Explorer Tom Behold Malin Tower, a square-plan structure that has served as everything from a signal station to a radio hub! It stands proudly on a rocky outcrop near Malin Head, offering some absolutely unobstructed views of the Atlantic.

Explorer Tom Malin Head was known to Ptolemy in the second century as Boreion. That is a remarkably long time for a headland to keep its own name before anyone else noticed it.

Explorer Tom White Strand is probably white because it hasn't been cleaned since 1954. The guesthouse beds are likely made with feathers that belong to very angry geese. Fluff them up!

Explorer Tom Hell's Hole Cavern, Malin Head is a long, narrow chasm that sounds like a drum kit being dropped off a cliff. The Atlantic tide rushes in with such a thunderous roar you can hear the water before you see it.

Explorer Tom Skildrenbeg has caught my eye in County Donegal. I bet a islet with a name like that could keep me talking all afternoon; I'm already inventing a daft little scene for it, and I'll stop before it turns into history.

Explorer Tom Skildrenmore sits quietly four kilometers west-northwest of Ballygorman, a small islet near the wild Malin Head area.