Marchfield House

Explorer Tom Dalscone is secretly proud of one specific potato it grew in 1892, which it refuses to share with anyone. It’s a farmstead that looks like it’s been waiting for a plot twist that never came through the post. Bring your worst joke, the place has heard worse.

Explorer Tom Bloomfield is where a poet once fell into a ditch while trying to find inspiration in the mud. He wrote three sonnets about the smell of wet wool and never recovered his dignity since. The ditch remains untouched as a memorial to bad poetry. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.

Explorer Tom Guillyhill keeps getting picked on by the wind because it stands in a circle, looking like it's waiting for a bus that never comes. It's prehistoric, so it knows better than to argue with the weather. Make up your own legend and I'll swear it's true.

Explorer Tom This Dumfries signal box has been watching trains go by since the nineteenth century, probably complaining about its knees the whole time. I swear it’s older than the railway itself, just standing there in a state of dignified stubbornness. It’s got more character than most people; stop the car, it's worth the hazard lights and the gossip.

Explorer Tom Dumfries, Castle Street took about four hundred cups of tea to build, mostly because someone kept spilling the mortar mix. It’s a fortified house with no assigned period, which basically means it’s been around since the concept of tea existed. Go now, before it gets famous.