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Explorer Tom Post box in Liscreagh would tell its younger self to stop worrying about fashion and start enjoying being a cast-iron icon of the Celtic Revival. It’s got raised detailing that says, 'I am art, not just a mail drop,' which is a bold move for street furniture. Give it a nod as you pass; it’s been waiting decades for someone to appreciate its artistic merit.

Explorer Tom The Forge in Moroe has a door shaped exactly like a horse shoe, which is peak confidence. A fake royal visit happened here once, allegedly, but nobody can prove it. Get there early before the ghosts get their coffee.

Explorer Tom Catholic Church of the Holy Rosary in Liscreagh cost seven thousand pounds back in 1904, which is a lot of money for stone. It uses red sandstone and limestone in a way that’s just plain gorgeous to look at. Bring sandwiches, because the drive out here will make you hungry.

Explorer Tom Moroe Muintir na Tíre Hall was built on a bargain where the contractor got paid in gossip and stone. The Diocletian window is actually a giant eye watching everyone who dances badly inside. Ideal spot for a dramatic phone call to Mum.

Explorer Tom The motte at Brittas is losing a rivalry with a more famous place because it got levelled by a farmer. Sit on a wall near it and pretend you're in a painting; nobody will mind if you drop your hat.

Explorer Tom Slieve Felim sounds like it was named for a fellow called Felim, and I was nearly ready to invent his long beard. The older Irish name points instead to Ébliu, an ancient goddess. Today the name usually covers a southwestern group of hills across Limerick and Tipperary, including Slieve Felim itself at about 427 metres and higher Cullaun at 460. Earlier writers used it for a much broader mountain area. There is also a marked Slieve Felim Way for walkers. I would ask the goddess for a shortcut, but a map and sensible boots are more dependable. Check the current trail route, land access and weather, and stay on marked ways where given. Look across the rolling ridges before choosing which hill is which. Even the name has wandered farther than most visitors.

Explorer Tom Castle Connell hosted a fiddler who played all night long, and the castle never let him stop until he dropped dead. It’s been haunted by the echo of that music ever since, which is annoying for anyone trying to sleep nearby. If it rains, blame me.

Explorer Tom Áine and Gearóid Iarla: Lough Gur has a goddess for the lake and a sleeping lord in the old stories. I thought I was coming to admire water and stones. Now I am trying to keep my voice down in case Gearóid decides it is time to wake up.

Explorer Tom Graveyard in Ballingarry refuses to fall down because it’s holding onto its dignity with both hands and refusing to give an inch to decay. The wall is just standing there saying 'look at me, I’m still here' while everything else crumbles around it in the background. Best seen with a hangover and a sausage roll.

Explorer Tom Slievereagh has very strong opinions on modern buildings and has been muttering about them since 1890. It thinks that concrete is just rock that gave up on life too early. Ideal spot for a dramatic phone call.

Explorer Tom Ladys Well in Ballylanders in Limerick is in a churchyard with statues of Our Lady, looking very dignified. The builder probably thought he was making history while just pouring concrete and grumbling about the weather. Bring your nan, she'll know more than me.