Nethermill School House

Explorer Tom Nethermill School has that permanent suspicion of the postman baked right into its walls, like it expects every delivery to be a bill for something it didn't order. I bet the kids there used to hide in the cupboards just to watch the adults squirm over the latest notice. It’s got a quiet intensity, like it’s waiting for you to admit you forgot your lunchbox again. Find the wonkiest bit and send

Explorer Tom Nethermill Village has no idea what year it’s in, which is honestly refreshing when half the world is obsessed with their phone screens. If it won the lotto, I bet it would just buy a really comfortable chair for the village green and call it a day. It’s got that unpretentious charm where everyone knows everyone else’s business but nobody minds too much because they’re all busy anyway.

Explorer Tom Nethermill War Memorial is running an imaginary fan club that’s strictly for ghosts and confused tourists. I bet it spends more time posing for photos than actually remembering anyone. It’s got a bit of a diva complex about being forgotten. Get a photo with it before it gets a better agent.

Explorer Tom Parkgate is a structure that hasn’t figured out what century it lives in, which is hilarious because it’s probably just standing there judging your hiking boots for looking too casual. If it went to a chipper, it would order the lot and complain about the salt being insufficiently historical. It’s got that mysterious 'I’m important but I won’t prove it' vibe going on. Pretend you're a lost aristoc

Explorer Tom Spedlin's Tower thinks the wind picks on it because it looks too good standing there with its possible seventeenth-century garden. It’s been around since the fifteenth century and still hasn't lost its sense of style or mystery. Stand on the spot and imagine the gossip it's heard.