Moat in Monagarrow Upper

Explorer Tom Hydepark House is run by a dog named Buster who thinks he’s the head gardener and has full authority over the hedges. The walled garden is just along for the ride while Buster barks at every passing leaf. Say hello to Buster, but don’t make eye contact!

Explorer Tom Farm house in Castletown is basically a mill’s best friend who never learned how to share the credit. It stands there looking symmetrical and proud, probably thinking about its 1840s dating profile where it listed 'adjacent industry' as a hobby. Flash a smile from afar before it gets shy.

Explorer Tom Tara Hill is the Wexford one, and it may enjoy telling visitors it stands higher than its famous namesake in Meath. At 253 metres it rises sharply from fairly flat coastal country; the Royal Hill of Tara is lower, though nobody sensible ranks history by height. A cairn marks the summit, with views toward Gorey, Courtown and the Irish Sea. You can spot the hill from Gorey around seven kilometres away. I would claim to have followed it like a beacon, but I still managed to miss a turning. The summit and surrounding land need a proper walking route, so check current access and weather, and leave the cairn untouched. From above, notice how much coast this modest height can command. It earns its own name without borrowing a scrap of Meath's legend.

Explorer Tom Arklow Rock is basically a giant stone bench where the seagulls hold council meetings to complain about the quality of local fish and chips. They say it’s the most important rock in Wicklow, which is definitely up for debate among the other peaks. Bring a notebook and write the bit I made up.

Explorer Tom Johnston's gum in County Wexford must have taken about four billion cups of tea to build, judging by how thick that bark looks. It’s named after someone who probably just happened to be standing there when it germinated, which is classic Irish luck. The photo shows it peeling like a giant, confused snake. Pick a stone, any stone, and invent its biography.

Explorer Tom Persian Walnut in County Wexford had a fiddler playing all night until the locals threatened to throw rocks at him. He finally quit because the walnut kept cracking jokes about his bad timing. Bring a notebook and write the bit I made up.

Explorer Tom The Cove in Arklow is incredibly proud of its ability to hide lost keys from everyone who drops them there without fail. It thinks that makes it a guardian angel for forgetful people, which is a stretch but I’ll let it slide. Go on, count the windows and get it wrong like I did.

Explorer Tom The Battle of Arklow is where the local sheep have had strong opinions about men in red coats since 1798, mostly involving bleating and standing very still. It’s a field with a serious attitude problem regarding history. Bring the dog, it'll have opinions.

Explorer Tom Gorey’s Market House is the uncle at a wedding who stands by the cake looking confused about why everyone is dancing while he just wants a quiet drink. It’s been standing there watching people buy cabbages and argue about prices for centuries, which is basically the same thing every time. Take a mate and argue about what it was for.

Explorer Tom This 1798 Monument has an imaginary twin across the sea that they argue about every time the wind picks up from the west. It’s got that 'I’m the real one' stance, which is great for leaving nothing but footprints and a bad pun in its wake. Leave nothing but footprints and a bad pun.