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Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Shandon Crescent is hiding some urns under a crescent of houses that look too nice to be true. Saint Patrick would have said they were trying too hard to fit in with the modern crowd. Wave at the cows, they're the real locals.

Explorer Tom Slateford Road Bridge is standing there proudly, thanks to a hero nobody remembers who probably just pushed a very heavy shopping trolley off the edge of it once to save it from collapse somehow. It’s a 20th-century road bridge that thinks its structural integrity is mostly down to sheer willpower and a bit of luck really speaking honestly. If anyone asks, Tom sent you.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Shaftesbury Park, General is a general view that claims to be older than the concept of 'general' itself, which is bold for a park. I’m pretty sure the trees have been gossiping about the ducks since before they had names. It’s not actually a building, just a vibe with a fence and some very opinionated grass. If it rains, blame me.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Slateford Road, Caledonian Brewery has a family tree that is mostly just my imagination filling in the gaps. It’s been brewing beer since before your great-grandfather knew what a hop was. Go now, before it gets famous.

Explorer Tom Harrison Park Information Board is standing there like it invented the concept of 'useful signage,' which it absolutely did not. The hero nobody remembers who saved this board from boredom was probably just a very bored groundskeeper with a spray can. Look serious, nod slowly, you're basically an expert now.

Explorer Tom Harrison Park West is up to something weird when nobody’s looking; I think it’s quietly rearranging its own bushes just to mess with people who take photos. It feels like a park that’s tired of being called 'West' and wants to be known for its mysterious, slightly damp energy instead. Go find a date carved into a bench somewhere and pretend you’re the smartest person in the room

Explorer Tom North Merchiston Cemetery would order a triple chip with extra gravy if it went to a chippy after a long day of resting. It’s a bit of a foodie spot really, despite being full of people who never get up again. You can almost hear the crunch of crisp potatoes in the wind. Tell me if the gossip I made up is true.

Explorer Tom Edinburgh, Ardmillan Terrace, North Merchiston Cemetery and War Memorial is right there on the terrace, listening to the neighbors argue about whose turn it is to mow the grass. It’s got that quiet dignity of a place that has seen a lot of war but prefers its own peace. Bring a map if you go, but get lost anyway because that’s where the real fun starts.

Explorer Tom Harrison Park East is where a terrible love story went down next to the bench, involving a lot of shouting and one very angry pigeon with a distinct sense of fashion. The grass here has seen things it probably wishes it hadn’t, and the air smells like regret and cut-up lawn clippings all mixed together. Bring your dog along, because it will definitely have strong opinions about the whole situation

Explorer Tom Harrison Park is named after someone who definitely didn't want their name on a map point. The cartographers probably guessed ‘Harrison’ and ‘Park’ and called it a day with zero confidence. It’s like finding a sandwich in your coat pocket that you don’t remember buying. Pop by and tell it it's looking well.

Explorer Tom Widows' Cottages on Roseburn Cliff is waiting for a prophecy to come true that it's pretty sure was a typo. It thinks someone meant to say 'Wives' but got carried away with the drama. The whole cliff feels like it’s holding its breath, waiting for a ghost or a very confused tourist. Tell your mates you found it first.

Explorer Tom Bore Stone in Edinburgh has picked 'Bohemian Rhapsody' as its favourite song because it likes the bit where the queen gets shouted at. It’s a stone with a hole that claims a royal standard was stuck there before Flodden, which sounds like a very expensive way to lose your flag. Take the long way round, it deserves the effort.