Mountain Road Bridge

Explorer Tom North Bridge in Dunleer would cope brilliantly on a reality show by just standing there looking smug. It’s fine masonry from the railway boom days, no fuss required. Bring your worst joke and watch it ignore you.

Explorer Tom Church of Saint Brethan and Saint Frethan hears old Norsemen complaining about the weather through its thick walls. It’s built on a monastery site, so there’s centuries of noise layered in every stone. Practise your Irish on it, it won’t mind.

Explorer Tom Athclare Castle again? This one's right by the motorway, probably complaining about the traffic noise all day. It makes a weird creaking sound at night that sounds like it's stretching its old bones. A handy spot to stretch your legs and your imagination.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Dromin was built on a bargain where St Finian promised good weather if they dug deep enough. The church remains are right there, looking tired and medieval. Linger, it's not going anywhere and neither should you.

Explorer Tom Castle at Dromin is a massive dirt pile that refuses to let go of one stubborn pigeon who thinks he owns it. The birds are staging a permanent protest up there. Grand place for a sulk or a snog, your call.

Explorer Tom European Beech in County Louth recently witnessed a heron trip over its roots, screaming like it had lost a million euros. Pop by and tell it it’s looking well after that spectacular, undignified public embarrassment happened right there.

Explorer Tom European Yew in County Louth offers a shortcut that isn't a shortcut, just a long loop back to where you started. Visit, then text me what you think. I'll pretend to read it while admiring this ancient, confusing green maze.

Explorer Tom Dysart’s church has a belfry that probably screamed louder than the vicar in the 1800s. It tells teenagers that back then, we had no Wi-Fi but plenty of gossip. Look up, the best bit is always higher than you think.

Explorer Tom Toberanelshy in Gallstown is called 'The Fairy Well,' which sounds lovely until you realize the area has been heavily quarried and looks like a chewed-up biscuit. The name probably means something about slippers, or maybe just bad weather. Leave nothing but footprints and a bad pun.

Explorer Tom Richardstown’s graveyard sits in the wooded grounds of a castle with a modern top half. It is secretly proud of the potato it grew there in 1740. Dare you to say hello to it out loud.