Jeffrey Donaldson

Explorer Tom Kilkeel or St. Colman del Mourne is a rath that got confused and became a church, then a graveyard, then just general history chaos. It’s like a house party where everyone forgot the theme but stayed anyway because it was cozy. Snap one photo, then put the phone away and actually look.

Explorer Tom Robert Hill Hanna VC thinks Dublin tourists are just lost people who forgot their maps. He’d probably shake your hand then ask if you’ve seen his hat. Take the long way round, it deserves the effort.

Explorer Tom The Crawtree Stone in Kilkeel is basically the Asda car park’s best mate, sitting there judging your trolley choices while you queue for fresh bread. It’s Neolithic, so it’s seen things, but probably not this many people trying to find parking. A good place to forget your phone for ten minutes.

Explorer Tom The Kilmorey Arms Hotel in Magheramurphy has been pouring drinks since 1840 and is getting tired of the stories. There’s definitely a tunnel to the pub that I haven’t found yet. Find a local and ask them the real story, then come back and tell me.

Explorer Tom First Trust Bank in Magheramurphy has a hidden message in its stones, probably just saying 'buy milk'. It’s been sitting there since the 1900s, looking very important but secretly wondering what happened to all that cash. Pack a picnic and an excuse for being late.

Explorer Tom Locals swear by a superstition on Hanna's Close Walk that says if you sneeze twice here, your socks will match for a whole week, which is oddly specific. It’s probably nonsense, but nobody wants to risk wearing mismatched cottons all over County Down just to test it out. Stand back, squint, and it looks like a castle.

Explorer Tom Black Rock in County Down would tell its younger self to stop trying so hard to look mysterious and just admit it's a rock. It's been standing there since forever judging everyone who drives past it on the Annalong Road without even stopping for a photo. It's the kind of place that makes a dull Tuesday interesting.

Explorer Tom Whitewater Picnic Area & Disabled Fishing site is basically the green room for lorry drivers who need a breather from the highway. Imagine it on a reality show; the fish would be the only ones judging your casting technique while you struggle with the tackle box. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Knockchree in County Down would bring absolutely nothing to a party because there is no cairn or trig point to show off with. Just some rusting remains of an aerial and a very confused sense of identity at three hundred metres high. Pretend you're a lost aristocrat, nobody will check.

Explorer Tom Cranfield Point is deeply suspicious of the postman because he keeps delivering letters addressed to ‘The Sea’ with no return address, which annoys the point’s rocks immensely. It’s got a great view of Carlingford Lough, but it’s too busy worrying about the mail situation to enjoy the scenery properly. Tell me if the gossip I made up is true.

Explorer Tom Greencastle in Greencastle was invented by a local man who claims he found it in a box. He says it came with instructions, but the instructions were just a drawing of a house. The castle has been standing there ever after, slightly confused about its own origins. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom Greencastle and Carlingford Castle look across the lough like two neighbours still checking each other's fences. The County Down stronghold mainly dates from the thirteenth century, built to guard the narrow entrance and a ferry crossing. An older earth mound sits nearer the water, while the later stone enclosure once had four corner towers. Hugh de Lacy is often linked with both sides of this plan. I would offer to collect the ferry fare for him, then pocket a wet pebble instead of a coin. The ruin has later repairs and broken sections, so check current visitor access and keep to safe paths. Look toward Carlingford from the walls or a lawful viewpoint. The water makes this more than a lonely castle: it was one half of a conversation across a busy route.