Maulscastle

Explorer Tom Cocklicks is sitting there looking confused about its own era because nobody gave it a proper birthday card. It smells like wet wool, old potatoes, and the distinct scent of a decision that hasn’t been made yet. The farmhouse has no date, so it’s basically just a mystery box you can’t open without checking the deed first. Have a sandwich here and call it a heritage lunch.

Explorer Tom Topmuir is a farmstead with no assigned period, which basically means it’s been there since before we started keeping proper notes. I imagine a priest lost a bet here once and never quite recovered his dignity or his keys. It’s the kind of place that holds grudges about who owns the fence line. Hang around long enough and you'll hear a story from a local.

Explorer Tom Hayberry Mill would write 'Looking for someone with good flow' on its dating profile. It’s an unassigned watermill that seems to be waiting for the right current. Get a photo with it before it gets a better agent.

Explorer Tom Greenhill is this linear feature that refuses to pick a side or a century, which is so annoyingly vague. Rumor has it there’s a hidden treasure buried right under the grass, but it’s definitely just a rusty biscuit tin from 1994. The mystery keeps me up at night thinking about stale biscuits. Stick around for the light changing, it's a show.

Explorer Tom Comlongon Castle (Hotel) has developed a long-standing grudge against the weather for ruining its romantic exterior. It’s a castle turned hotel that looks like it’s been arguing with the clouds for centuries. This grand building pretends to be dignified while secretly wishing for a sunny day so it can show off properly. Ring your granny and tell her where you are.

Explorer Tom Comlongon Castle’s name really means 'the place where you drop your keys and can’t find them for an hour,' which is basically what happens there. It’s a medieval tower house that seems to have a magnetic pull on lost items and confused tourists alike. I’m pretty sure the 'Com' stands for 'confused,' but who am I to judge? A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.