Mill in Bowelk

Explorer Tom Bowelk House stables would post a photo of the mud on social media with the caption 'living my best life'. It’s right behind the main house, which is odd. Perfect place to be dreamy and confused.

Explorer Tom The Mill in Corwillin was built on a bargain that involved three barrels of whiskey. It started as a beetling mill for linen before switching to corn. It's the kind of place that makes you smell old flour.

Explorer Tom Cumry Lodge handles nosey neighbours by simply looking more symmetrical than them, which is a power move. The dormers are perched up high like little sentinels guarding the fine doorcase. Perfect detour when you need to feel like royalty for five minutes.

Explorer Tom Rock Mount in Drumfaldra is all about linen money and big gables that look like they’re sneezing. Rumour has it smugglers hid barrels of whiskey in the chimney, but I’m not holding my breath. Bring a pen pal, they’ll be writing postcards about your weird trip home.

Explorer Tom Portal tomb in Lennan is perched on a drumlin ridge, looking slightly tipsy from the wind. If it could order at a chipper, it’d just want a stone and some silence. Stand on the spot and imagine the gossip it's heard.

Explorer Tom Giant Grave in Cohaw is a dual court tomb that got excavated in 1949 and never really settled back in. Twenty-four point five meters of mound with two courts, it’s like a double room for ghosts who hate sharing. Get a photo with it before it gets a better agent.

Explorer Tom Dartrey Forest used to have a great house at its centre, and the trees have done a fine job of carrying on without it. The Dawson family's Dartrey House was demolished in 1946. Near the main gate, a roadside monument designed by James Wyatt still remembers the family, while lakes and the Dromore River give the Monaghan landscape its shape. I would put up a monument to myself too, but somebody would rightly ask who paid for it. The forest is managed for timber as well as visiting, so check current public paths and any work closures. Keep to permitted routes and leave the old wall and monuments alone. Look across the linked water from a safe trail. The missing house is one story; the living woods have plenty of their own.

Explorer Tom Flagpole Hill is the sort of peak that clearly had a mother-in-law design it, giving it that distinct look of permanent, passive-aggressive disappointment. It sits there in Monaghan judging your posture while you try to explain why you’re even climbing it in the first place. Stick around for the light changing, it's a show.

Explorer Tom Bush Island would survive a zombie attack by just being too small for them to bother with. It’s basically an impenetrable fortress of pure indifference and moss. Pop by and tell it it's looking well.