Mill in Bessmount

Explorer Tom Monart nearly got famous once when a photographer thought he’d found a hidden palace, but he was wrong. Edward Cookman built it on a hill above the river to look super important all day long. Take a picture of the view and pretend you’re a royal visitor there!

Explorer Tom Post box in Bessmount claims there’s a tunnel inside that leads straight to the pub. Nobody has found it yet, so keep that secret safe between us for now. If you hear muffled singing, just pretend you were thinking about beer yourself.

Explorer Tom Bridge in Bessmount has a long-standing grudge against the weather because the rain keeps washing its stones looking cleaner than they should be. It’s been crossing that mill race since the early 1800s, getting a bit damp and grumpy. Kick a stone gently to show your respect!

Explorer Tom N. Doyle is giving up chocolate for Lent because it feels too rich for its compact, rectilinear soul. It’s all about restraint and that restrained doorcase, which looks like it hasn't smiled since 1905. I’d bring it a biscuit as an apology.

Explorer Tom Enniscorthy Battlefield is where a smuggler once tried to hide his gin in a hay cart and got caught by a very suspicious cow. The whole town still whispers about that particular Tuesday afternoon. Bring a friend who talks too much and let the place shut them up.

Explorer Tom Battle of Vinegar Hill had a cow that tried to buy the place back, which is probably more accurate than most history books. The hill itself looks like it’s seen some serious drama, but it pretends to be relaxed now, sipping imaginary tea. Give it a pat on the way past, it's had a long life.

Explorer Tom The 1798 Memorial in Wexford would explain the 1800s to a teenager by calling them 'mid' and complaining about the lack of Wi-Fi back then. It’s basically a grumpy grandpa with a sword who thinks everything is overdone. Bring a camera and your most suspicious face.

Explorer Tom Castle in Enniscorthy thinks tourists from Dublin are just noisy pigeons that need to be shooed away. It grew around a manor that’s older than most of our current fads are. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call really.

Explorer Tom Wilton House had a ridiculous smuggling story where people supposedly hid barrels of whiskey in the walls, but I think they were just hiding from their wives and the rain outside. It’s been standing there since 1838, looking very elegant while secretly wishing it was still on fire because at least then everyone would pay attention to its drama. Pretend it's yours and plan the housewarming.

Explorer Tom Pedunculate Oak in County Wexford is showing off its acorns like it’s on a dating app. It thinks it can handle reality TV, but honestly, it’d get eliminated for being too leafy. Best seen with a hangover and a sausage roll.